Ning Qingxue’s first impression of this grass was that it was surprisingly spiritual. She had been feeling true joy ever since seeing that grass. It sounded very absurd, but it was really happening.
This was just a normal silver heart grass. Although it was a spirit herb, it shouldn’t be able to create resonance. What Ning Qingxue didn’t know was that it was different from the normal silver heart grass. It had been washed with her blood when absorbing spirit chi. Even now, there was still a red line visible in the middle of the grass. Ning Qingxue took the water she had been drinking and watered the grass. The grass seemed to have gotten some life force.
Ning Qingxue stood up and went inside. The eastern room was half closed as though someone had been there before.
Ning Qingxue walked into the room; it was very tidy, but there was some dust on the tea table. The most conspicuous thing was the small medical case on the bed stand.
