The white-bearded old man said, "Disciple, your master discovered a rare and precious herb in that hidden treasure land ahead. Judging by the time, it's almost ripe." "Wait a moment, pick it and consume it, and your future path of cultivation will surely be smooth sailing." The boy's expression was excited: "Yes, Master!" After a while, looking at the still slightly damp pit in front of him, the boy stammered, "Master, you're not talking about this place, are you?" The white-bearded old man remained silent. "Achoo~" On a mountain path in the distance, Zhang Zhian rubbed his nose, cautiously looking around, "Something's not right. Why is my cultivation level still..."