The sun shines on my body through the fog, and I finally feel a little warm.

I looked up at the sky and then thought about the time.

Lin Xuan felt that he had just completed one-third of the journey.

"We're almost halfway there and still haven't found anything. We won't return empty-handed, will we?"

Lin Xuan frowned slightly, bit his lip after speaking, and made up his mind again.

If you don’t find October snow at the top of the mountain, you still have to go down the mountain!

The old man once told himself that two years ago, someone dug up October Snow on the mountain, and Nanchuan Mountain became really popular for a while.

However, after people returned empty-handed, Nanchuan Mountain became desolate again.

First of all, it is because October snow is hard to find.

Furthermore, I have always heard that there is no October snow on the Nanchuan Mountains, and many people have lost their patience.

Lin Xuan thought this was a good thing.

Let's put it bluntly.

Without so many people coming to dig for medicinal herbs, the probability of finding October Blood by yourself will increase a lot.

We are one step closer to curing Su Yuexiao's illness.

His eyes were constantly searching, but a beautiful shadow flashed through Lin Xuan's mind.

Putting down a handful of fried glutinous rice, Lin Xuan made a mark and then walked forward.

Apart from the time spent on going back and forth, the rest of the time is spent on finding medicinal herbs.

At my current speed, it would be no problem for me to go back and forth from Nanchuan Mountain.

So when spreading glutinous rice, Lin Xuan was extremely careful.

This also lays the foundation for the next trip to the mountain.

On the way up the mountain, Lin Xuan didn't meet many people.

Instead, when we were going down the mountain, we met a few farmers who were collecting herbs.