"Do not leave this barrier, this creature is strange, it can snatch away one's spirit, somewhat resembling the Dream Ghost Sect,"
Song Yin stepped out of the barrier, reached out his hand and, with a single pull, drew a grass blade dancing in the sky like a tentacle into his hand. As soon as he grasped it, he frowned and looked up to the sky.
These things seemed to pay no mind to whether there was anyone around, simply reaching for the moon and continually rising.
"Strange things..."
In Song Yin's hand, White Fire flared to life. With just a slight refinement, the dancing grass blade softened and turned into a most ordinary blade of grass, only emitting a fluorescent glow.
He waved his long sleeve, and countless blades of grass were drawn into it. As they neared the sleeve, they ignited with White Fire and shrank into tiny grasses before entering his sleeve.
