118, Defection

Bailu Pavilion's doors and windows were tightly closed, leaving the room in disarray.

The strong scent of Chinese medicine wafted through the air, as a ray of sunlight penetrated through the crack of the door, illuminating the floating dust particles.

Chen Ji looked down at the wooden box in his hands, where the ginseng was hastily stuffed together in a tangled mess, resembling worthless twine. Yet, the restless Ice Flow within his body confirmed that this ginseng was indeed the real deal.

He looked up at Jin Zhu, "Lord, do all cultivation paths require ginseng?"

"Not exactly," Jin Zhu explained patiently, "Half of the cultivation methods overseen by our Ritual Supervision don't require ginseng, but the path that I've sought for you does."