e east was showing the first glimmer of dawn.The morning on Daomen Peak has a unique freshness. A drop of dew slides along the veins of a leaf, tremblingly hanging at the tip, and with a gust of morni...During this period, Qin Sang repeatedly requested to exchange medicinal herbs with those sold for refining corpses. Anyone with insight could guess that the master of the corpse might have suffered backlash and was therefore so eager to exchange them, even at the cost of their entire fortune.asons change.Time flies, two years have passed.This should be a paragraph.Since arriving at the Medicine Garden, Qin Sang has stepped out of his cave dwelling only a handful of times.One such incident...