Eight Realms, Nine Territories and Ten Prefectures

"There are so many class-seven and class-eight panaceas!"

"Gosh! We're so lucky."

"That's great! That's really great! One good turn deserves another! It's true!"

Those were daily supplies for Jiang Chen, however, they were valuable treasures for the two women.

"He must have got these things from some dead big shot in the mountain. We're really in luck," Yi Chen said excitedly.

"Yi Chen, we'd better keep it a secret."

Seeing her so excited, Wen Xin said uneasily.

"Of course. I know," Yi Chen promised, patting her chest, but she sounded so casual that she obviously didn't take it seriously.

In the remaining journey, Jiang Chen knew from the two women's conversation that they were at the periphery of the Three Middle Realms.

It was like some mountain area in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Fire Field of the Realm of Nine Heavens of the Three Lower Realms.