Hundreds of jade pill racks lay toppled over, like a wheat field ravaged by a gale, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of shards of glass and jade, remnants from countless shattered pill bottles and jars.
Amidst the chaos were various colored, but long-lost, spiritually active medicinal residues and powders, with a strange odor of dust and stale herbs filling the air, suffocating all who enter.
Time had long since turned most precious collections into nothingness.
Far away in the Zhu Tian Ruins Market, Song Chi witnessed this scene, and his heart ached immensely, as these, in today's world, would be priceless treasures.
Numerous soldier figurines continued to delve deeper into the great hall, scanning beams meticulously sweeping every nook and cranny, when suddenly an abnormal energy reading was returned from the furthest wall.
