With another flick of his palm, several Daoist paper talismans shot out, instantly attaching themselves to the box.
The magnificent restrictions immediately enveloped the entire jade box.
His robe flared once more, and a sheet of green mist surged outward.
The jade box disappeared silently within the mist, swiftly gathered up by Han Li.
From the moment the sword thread sprayed forth to the jade box's retrieval, the entire process was as swift as lightning, completed in a single breath.
Only then did Han Li exhale softly, looking somewhat improved.
He glanced at the spiritual wood in the medicinal herb garden, now devoid of flowers, hesitated briefly, and decided not to interfere further, turning to the next medicinal herb garden.
Thus, the subsequent seven or eight spiritual medicines were cultivated in the same manner.
