Even Ye Qing could not accurately describe the function of the soul refining herb. Shen Yanxiao only saw a picture of a soul refining herb in an ancient book Ye Qing had given her. She did not expect that she would see such a precious thing here.

Shen Yanxiao stared at the soul refining herb for a while before shifting her eyes away. Even though a soul refining herb was rare, it was not something she needed right now. If this herb could be preserved for a long time, she didn’t mind stealing it, but it would wither once it fell to the ground, so it was useless for her to steal it at this moment. She didn’t know what kind of potion a soul refining herb could produce, either, so taking it away now would also be in vain.

After sweeping around the herb garden, Shen Yanxiao noted all the kinds of herbs here in her mind and secretly told herself that when she left, she must take away all that she could get.

She wouldn’t feel the slightest guilt stealing the enemy's things.