A warm golden mist drifted through the Divine Herb Forest as dawn bled across the sky. But where others saw dawn, Kent saw a ticking clock—a timer on fortune.
The divine valley whispered with the soft rustle of spiritual leaves and the breath of elemental qi. Above the trees, Elder Jill floated quietly atop a leaf-shaped flying treasure, arms folded, eyes narrowed in silent observation.
What she witnessed was not a youth in search of herbs—it was a divine harvest in the flesh.
Kent King moved across the mountain slopes with disciplined precision, like a seasoned herbologist rather than a battle mage. Instead of rushing for wide clusters of common herbs, Kent picked his way carefully across steep cliffs, through damp caves, and over sun-bathed ledges—each location housing rare, high-priced herbs many would miss.
He ignored the common Cloud Dew Grass and Thunder Mint.
