Half a month's time passed with just a snap of the fingers. There was still no news of the Snow Butterfly Grass. Even Feng Yan Union could not do a thing about it.
At nightfall, there was only a star twinkling with a faint gleam in the vast skies. It was almost hidden by the vast moonlight and it appeared to be so lonely, cold and desolate.
"I have left home since young to follow my master to cultivate. But after Master left, I was always taken care of by Senior Brother. Almost all of the cultivation methods and martial skills had been guided by Senior Brother's hand. If there was no Senior Brother, I will definitely not be here today. To me, he is actually not only my brother, he is actually my master as well and even my next of kin." As he looked at the lone star in the sky, a tinge of faint warmth flashed in Ling Yichen's eyes and there was also a faint sadness to it.
