Time passed.
Two months had gone by since Bai Mo met the man from the Immortal Arrival City Demon Hunting Team.
The promised pill of the Crystal Charm had yet to arrive.
Bai Mo wasn't surprised.
After returning to the sect, he had looked through the relevant texts and found a mention of the Crystal Charm in an obscure travelogue.
According to the record, the creature was rare, traveled in groups, and possessed all sorts of transformative abilities.
The world coveted its body of treasures but despised its talent for escape.
Only poor saps like those in the Demon Hunting Teams would spend their time howling and clamoring as they chased after Crystal Charms.
"An item like that shouldn't be worth only five or six thousand Spirit Stones. The Cultivators in the city have all underestimated it."
Ah Er was still slicing herbs. The root of some unknown ancient plant was being diced into flying slivers under its blade, growing shorter and shorter.
