Chapter 137 Nangong Jinzhen

• Midnight at the Coyote Security Training Base.
• In the middle of a small room stood a huge iron barrel, half as tall as a man, a crackling fire licking at the logs beneath it. The barrel brimmed with herbs and water, steam gusting up in thick waves, a heady herbal scent soaking the room.
• As time crawled on, the boiling broth darkened to near black. In the rolling bubbles, scraps of roots and leaves tumbled—wild ginseng, ginseng, fleeceflower root, turtle shell, and all kinds of herbal rhizomes.