Bu Fang and Nethery looked straight.
The air surrounding them had such thick energy that it was almost materialized into drops of liquid.
Bu Fang raised his hand and touched the hovering dew in the air. Immediately, they dispersed, turning back into thick spirit energy and scattering.
Taking in a gentle breath, the faint smell of medicinal herbs flooded their stomachs.
This place was like an herb garden, but it wasn't actually like an herb garden. Because, compared to the neat and standardized herb garden, this place was utterly disordered.
This place was indeed where the Yellow Spring Grass grew. Blades of grass were everywhere in this riverbank. Their leaves slowly swayed, shook, and even waved.
"Move forward. We need to find a one leaf Yellow Spring Grass near the source of the river," said Bu Fang. Then, he strode forward.
