Fifty-five Bizarre Corpses

"Aha, Cold Frost Grass!"

Deep within the dense forests of the Yulin Mountain Range, a voice full of delight rang out in the far distance, quickly followed by a chubby silhouette flashing between the trees, picking a small white grass that seemed to still emanate a tinge of coldness.

"Tan Yun, look, it really is Cold Frost Grass, this must be one of the ingredients listed on the Pill Recipe, right?" The pudgy Disciple sensed the chill from the small white grass in his hand, seeming somewhat uncertain.

It turned out that this delighted chubby boy was none other than Ling Wan, who had been injured by a palm strike from Cao Jun that day. After several days of hastened travel and recovery, his wounds had seemingly healed quite well, and his lively personality wouldn't sit still for even a moment.