In the depths of the spiritual lake, the water rippled as Lu Yun admired the vibrant treasure medicine in his hand, feeling very satisfied.
The leaves of the treasure medicine were densely patterned, each leaf resembling a sharp sword, invisibly exuding a sense of sharpness, accompanied by dazzling smoke and clouds, an astonishingly valuable Divine Sword Grass especially precious to those who practiced swordsmanship.
"I wonder what Lin Qingpei would think if he knew I obtained such a precious Divine Sword Grass at the bottom of this lake."
Lu Yun stored the Divine Sword Grass and resurfaced on the lake, scanning the surroundings but seeing no trace of Lin Qingpei and others.
"It seems they have already left."
Immediately, his Eyes of Aurora released golden light, and his consciousness recklessly expanded, sweeping across the clear and crystalline lake in search of the elusive Silver Dragon Grass.
