Seven cultivators dressed in white landed one after another in a secluded valley. The leader wore flowing robes and a tall crown that gave him an air of elegance. The moment he landed, he unfolded a feather fan and swept away the mist shrouding the area. The scene within came into view immediately. Strange herbs swayed gently in the breeze, each resembling either a kite or a divine bird whose tail feathers had been cut in half.

The elegant cultivator smiled. "As expected, Jadecold didn't deceive us. There really is a Divine Iris field here."

One of the cultivators beside him hurried forward to inspect the herbs. His excitement quickly gave way to disappointment. "Senior Brother Yu, there are only eight fourth-tier Divine Iris plants here. That's fewer than I expected."

Yu Gao smiled and waved his feather fan. "Too few? I’d say the opposite; there are more than I expected. Junior Brother Zheng, don't tell me you thought the devil sect left this place untouched for all these years."

Zheng Yi suddenly understood. "I see. The mature ones were harvested long ago."

"Exactly....