But having taken only a few steps towards Wuxia Mountain, Fan Wu's shoes had completely disintegrated. For the average person with tender soles, even a light brush against the grass, sharp as blades, could easily lead to severe bleeding; one might fear their very footpads would be sliced off.
However, when Fan Wu's feet came into contact with these blade-like weeds, they remained completely unharmed.
The strange grass didn't cause Fan Wu any pain, he didn't even feel a tickle.
Compared to his physical body, the potency of what were considered weeds here was simply too low!
And so, Fan Wu strode firmly deeper into Wuxia Mountain with each step.
He left Yun Jiuqing and the others behind, exchanging glances where they stood.
They, too, wanted to follow, but venturing blindly into this area invited certain injury at the least.
