Lu Chuan walked down the street, holding a Soul-Replenishing Ganoderma that exuded an enticing aroma.
The faint herbal fragrance rich in Spiritual Energy drifted around.
Many people nearby noticed Lu Chuan's situation.
In Lu Chuan's ears, he could still hear the voice of Lu Fu, who was furious and desperate to come out and scold Lu Chuan.
He couldn't stand by and watch Lu Chuan destroy the herb.
If it had been completely destroyed in one go, he could have accepted that, but what he couldn't accept was Lu Chuan eroding and ruining it bit by bit.
Under such circumstances, he always had the illusion that if he tried hard enough, he could save the Lingzhi.
"Lu Chuan! You jerk, what are you doing? Stop it! Are you crazy?"
Lu Chuan's ears twitched slightly, as if he had already pinpointed the source of the voice.
Soon, Lu Chuan frowned.
Looking to the side, he saw a giant willow tree swaying in a small courtyard, its branches rustling in the wind.