"Is there anything strange about this medicinal ingredient?"
"It clearly looks just like an ordinary spirit grass!"
"But if it truly is just an ordinary spirit grass, why would the Blood-Robed Immortal Venerable remind Senior Brother Han?"
"As Senior Brother Han's master and a top-grade sixth-grade Pill Master, the Blood-Robed Immortal Venerable definitely wouldn't speak without reason..."
...
Whispered discussions from the disciples of the Divine Dao Religion reached his ears, and Han Junjie's thoughts were in turmoil for a while.
He was also puzzled, as it seemed like an ordinary spirit grass, so why did his master remind him?
Could it be that this spirit grass has some peculiar quality?
"Lord Han!"
At this moment, Huaa Qingfei nudged Han Junjie and spoke in a low voice, "Come on, your minute is almost up."
Han Junjie furrowed his brows and asked, "What do you think this is?"
