"Oh, look!" Lin Zhaoyue chirped suddenly, her voice light and melodic as she pointed toward a narrow clearing nestled between the gnarled roots of a towering silverwood tree.
"There's the Hollow Yeklo Grass!"
Fang Yuan's eyes snapped in the direction she pointed, narrowing instinctively.
And there, resting between braided roots, partially cloaked in spiritual mist were ten glowing sprouts of greenish-gold.
Their leaves shimmered faintly, a gentle hum of spiritual resonance pulsing from them in tune with the air itself.
Even from this distance, he could sense the unique qi rhythm tied to the Hollow Spirit Realm, subtle and steady, like a breath waiting to be drawn.
There it was.
Hollow Yeklo Grass.
A treasure beyond value.
A step closer to breaking through to hollow spirit realm.
Fang Yuan didn't hesitate. His boots cracked through the moss as he darted forward.
He was not going to risks. No, he should not delays.
