Zhuang Lili pursed her lips. "The rules are different every time. Sometimes it's based on cultivation level, sometimes contribution points, and sometimes you need an elder's recommendation. But there are always more than a hundred spots. You'll have no trouble getting in, Junior Brother Qi."
Her voice softened.
"I probably won't make it, though."
Chen Er nodded. "Same here. My chances are pretty slim."
Qi Tian kept asking questions, and Zhuang Lili and Chen Er filled him in on everything from the Falling Cloud Sect to Mount Qinglu. Cai Zhenyu, meanwhile, said very little.
The Windchaser Horses carried them onward at a steady gallop. Several hours later, with night already settled over the mountains, they finally reached the foot of Spirit Herb Mountain.
There wasn't a soul in sight.
The mountain was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves stirred by the night breeze.
The cultivators who normally came here to gather spirit herbs were nowhere to be seen.
