“Just follow her instructions, let’s pick the ingredients we need,” Healer Cruz murmured as he plucked some flowers described by the old woman, tucking them into his wicker bag.
Reluctantly, I heeded Healer Cruz’s words and then noticed a cluster of weeds under a ylang-ylang tree. “Looks like mint.”
Healer Cruz followed my gaze. “No, it seems to be wild ginseng.”
“Wild ginseng? Is that useful for the potion as well?” I asked, surprised.
“Of course.”
The ylang-ylang tree stood sentinel over the wild ginseng, its fragrance mingling with the earthy scent of the forest floor. The ginseng’s roots twisted like ancient wisdom buried deep within the soil.
“Wild ginseng is a rare find,” Healer Cruz said, her voice tinged with excitement. “It’s known for its potent healing properties. In the r
