Arden flushed crimson and bowed low. "You're amazing! I'm utterly convinced!"
Jared smiled lightly. "That was only a warm-up. Next, let's pay their herb garden a visit."
The triumph at Blackflame Gorge had done more than wound the enemy. It had ignited a fierce confidence that blazed through the Myriad Beast Sect, turning every patrol into a spear and every scout into wildfire.
After a brief pause to regroup and sift through fresh intelligence, Jared chose his next target, the Wraith Herb Garden, a critical supply hub buried deep in the Blood-scar Plains and guarded by three Heavenly Immortal elders.
Unlike ordinary greenhouses, this shadowed nursery cultivated sinister flora, demonic herbs that sprouted only when nourished by swirling miasmas of resentment and the chill of unquiet souls.
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