Yang Yun took a deep breath when the portal closed. He erased the signs and symbols he had drawn earlier. Then, he picked up a few letters on his side and left the scene. A smile curved on his lips as he wondered how Grandfather would react once he saw the herb he sent.
After he had picked up the Shadow Grass the other day, Yang Yun had dried them before he sent them to his world. In this world, the grass was considered useless and had no beneficial use.
However, in his world, the grass was very precious.
Yang Yun waved a hand when he returned to Xue Yi Ming's car. He sat on the passenger seat and started reading letters from his family and friends as Xue Yi Ming drove.
A frown appeared on Yang Yun's face as he read a letter from Lu Wei. Back then, the two of them had gotten closer after he lives with the tribe for years. Before Yang Yun departed to this world, Lu Wei had stepped up as the Emperor of Qian Rong to prevent a war between three countries.
