As dusk fell, the people from the Medicine Shop left the clearing and headed toward the next location. Their departure meant that the Snake-Patterned Chrysanthemums in this area had mostly been harvested.
Old Smoker took a drag from his pipe, exhaled a puff of smoke, and continued to follow the people from the Medicine Shop.
After trudging for over an hour, everyone followed the Medicine Shop's people to a second good spot: a somewhat sparse grove of trees, more remote and with even more flowers.
However, despite the abundance of flowers, everyone's efficiency dipped.
The miasma of Kuwu Mountain was eroding everyone's vitality, including the people from the Medicine Shop; all had become weak and sluggish.
Little Fatty was the least affected, while Li Banfeng was hit the hardest—his limbs went numb, and his vision blurred repeatedly.
By nightfall, the fog grew denser, worsening the group's plight.
