Dark clouds that shined with lightning covered the sky. A heavy rain is about to fall.
Inside Wohu City, Chen Xiang while looking up the sky muttered to himself: “I cannot delay any longer, I have to quickly find a good spirit herb, and otherwise it will be very hard to get another opportunity.”
Chen Xiang had just turned sixteen this year, his build was more robust than others of similar age. Although he has a handsome face and youthful countenance, his eyes gave away maturity that is not present in others of his age.
Chen Xiang must pick up herbs for himself this time, although his grandfather is patriarch of the Chen family, he doesn’t have any spiritual vein. He is incapable of practicing any martial arts. Therefore since childhood he has been diligently training his own body and also frequently going out to train secretly, he even once fought a tiger type beast. Although he is young, the amount of life and death experiences Chen endured made his state of mind far superior compared to his peers.