As for Zhou Xinqi's fans, there was nothing they could do to stop it at this point. All they could do was watch as Little Turtle's popularity gradually surpassed that of Zhou Xinqi.
When the last month arrived, Yan Xiaobao went to the Ten Thousand Medicines Pavilion during its busiest time. He was disguised, but his expression was one of determination, as he moved through the line leading to the cabin under the Tenth Stele without paying attention.
Once inside, he sat cross-legged, extended his hand, and placed it on the stone altar. As he once again entered that familiar void, a rumbling filled his mind.
In front of him were the flickering fragments of 1,000,000 medicinal plants and spirit creatures. His eyes focused, and his hands began to fly, reassembling the pieces.
1,000. 5,000. Ten thousand...
30,000. 50,000. 80,000
