Sheila, Sofia, and Diane shared the same concern with Gilda. Severin looked at their anxious expression and offered a reassuring smile. "I'm alright," he asserted.
Severin's meridians then roared to life. A strong, furnace-like heat surged through him and caused the air to crackle with energy. It was a tangible display of his perfect-stage level seven supreme saint attainment, as his spiritual energy carried an awe-inspiring and imposing aura.
Diane and the girls could finally let out a sigh of relief.
Severin asked, "How did the harvest go?"
The treasure mountain towered nearly a thousand meters high and had existed perhaps since time immemorial. Spiritual energy was so abundant that one could almost feel it liquefying. Precious alchemical herbs grew like weeds on its slopes, and although most were of a lower grade, those found halfway up the mountain had a rather impressive quality. They would not have attracted that many practitioners if not.
Having secured the Fire Phoenix Snow Lotus that was used for eighth-grade pills, Severin felt obliged to check on his wives.
Diane beamed with pride as she revealed the contents of her spatial ring. "I was lucky to find about ten sixth-grade herbs," she said. With a wave of her hand, the stalks emitted a fragrance as they floated in front of them.
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