"I don't have it, but I heard from my friend that he seemed to have seen such a grass when he visited a place in the Country of La. However, he isn't sure whether it's Nine-leaf Sun Grass or not," the martial artist said somewhat embarrassedly as if he feared being scolded by Mo Huasong.
"Master Batian, if the information doesn't lead to anything, please don't blame me. I just heard it from a friend."
Mo Huasong chuckled, "Don't worry. Even if your information is false, I won't blame you. But if it's true, I will reward you with a Little Black Knife."
"Thank you, Master Batian. This is my phone number," the martial artist said excitedly.
Mo Huasong ended the call, his eyes showing anticipation.
Su Weidong, who also heard Mo Huasong's conversation, looked anxious. "Huasong, do you think this could be a lie?"
"That's hard to say." Mo Huasong's eyes showed contemplation.
"Then you better not go. It could cause trouble," Su Weidong added.
