The people here naturally didn’t know that the old tree was a peerless immortal medicine. Wherever it was, it could definitely attract a bunch of Winterfire Insects, causing them to squeeze together. Thus, the real attraction in the small plot was the tree, not the sparse Firehawk Grasses.

“Yes, they’re really Winterfire Insects, my mother is saved!” Song Yuhao held the ball of insects with both hands while emotionally trembling with tears.

He gathered his wits and picked out a few insects before leaving the ball in front of Li Qiye: “Young Noble, I only ask for six to prolong my mother’s life, the rest is yours.”

Li Qiye...