Night.
The newly tilled soil of the herb field shimmered darkly under the moonlight.
Su Ling'er stood over the field, the night wind rustling her red robes, which now carried the fresh scent of earth.
She had returned to the land she had just left.
As expected, it had once again reset to the state she had first found it in.
But she didn't care. A fire now burned in her eyes, which had previously held only numbness.
This was perfect. It meant she could endlessly complete the task of tilling the three-acre herb field in the Hundred Herbs Garden!
The Blood Coagulation Grass tucked in her robes gave her limitless motivation, driving her forward.
Now, she only needed to till the field three to five more times, and another Spirit Grass would be hers.
'What's a little hardship?'
'What's a little exhaustion?!'
'As long as I can get the reward…'
'Never mind three acres—even if it were thirty, or three hundred, she would do it without hesitation!'
