Qianye saw the old man lifting his basket, just about to go back inside, and couldn’t help but ask, “Elder Lu, are there any more places that produce star cherry trees?”

“You can sometimes see wild star cherry trees in the forest and on the Ashen Mountain Range, but they’re more potent and dangerous. There would also be beast lairs around these trees. Hence, the yield out in the wilds isn’t quite stable. Sometimes more than the pasture, sometimes less.”

Chatting along the way, the two soon arrived at a fenced medicinal garden. The soil in this garden was black with stones of various colors buried within it. There were a number of shrubs growing inside the garden, and they didn’t look that different from the wild grass in the forests and mountains.

The old man knew Qianye wasn’t well versed in this subject. “The grass here is different from the ordinary wild grass, it’s called graysteel thread grass. Check the edges of the grass blades, you’ll see traces of rust, and you can differentiate it from ordinary grass by the grey line running down its spine. As far as the Great Maelstrom is concerned, of course, it’s just a wild grass.”

The grass naturally had extraordinary uses...