The Spiritual Herb Garden stretched endlessly, a place where every breath carried the fragrance of ancient medicines. The very ground glowed faintly with threads of green light, as though each blade of grass was infused with spiritual essence. Flowers the size of lanterns bloomed in clusters, shedding soft glimmers that drifted through the air like falling starlight. Some herbs pulsed faintly as though alive, their roots shifting beneath the soil, whispering the secrets of cultivation to anyone who dared to listen.
The disciples of the Sanatan Flame Sect walked in awe, their gazes darting from one treasure to another. Many had seen medicinal herbs before, but never in such abundance. Each stem here was worth more than gold, some even more precious than spirit stones themselves. Several disciples whispered to each other in disbelief, while others trembled with excitement at the fortune before their eyes.
