Wen Ran carefully reached for the plant, his fingers gently brushing against the delicate petals. His eyes scanned the surroundings once more, wary of any potential threats. Lately, his luck seemed to be on the decline—whenever he thought he was safe, some beast or person would suddenly appear out of nowhere, trying to take his life. His mind sharpened with alertness, but this time, the forest remained eerily quiet.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Wen Ran managed to carefully extract the Moonlit Herb from the ground. The shimmering petals glowed faintly in the moonlight, their white hue reflecting the very light above, giving off a calming aura that was almost ethereal. The plant was beautiful, and its delicate radiance filled him with a rare sense of peace.
