Mountain Herb Forest…
To collect the 13 herbs, Tony reached deep into the forest.
Even though it was Tony's first time, he moved easily like he owned this place.
Because of Pagma's inheritance, collecting herbs became a child's play for him.
He could just smell the herbs from a long distance.
A faint bitterness drifting on the wind from the north told him the frost root was growing about forty meters left, sheltered under a rock ledge.
The sharp sweetness coming from higher up the slope was the seven-petal vine. His nose moved across the forest like a compass, pulling him from herb to herb in the shortest possible path, no wandering, no backtracking.
One by one, the herbs went into his storage ring. Along the way he spotted several other rarer ones that Natasha hadn't asked for. But Tony collected them for future use.
