Huu—
Mu Bai slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes.
After an hour of regulating his breath, the injuries within his body had stabilized.
He took out the jade box from his robe and carefully opened it—the golden Dragon Sparrow Grass lay quietly inside. The feather-like patterns on its seven leaves were lifelike, and the flower at its tip gave off an enticing fragrance.
It must be consumed within six hours... Mu Bai muttered to himself, carefully pinching up the Dragon Sparrow Grass.
This spiritual herb had not come easily. Not only had it made him enemies of the entire Silver Moon Wolf Pack, but he had nearly died in the Wolf King's jaws.
But now, it had all been worth it.
Just as Mu Bai was about to take the herb, a sudden burst of applause came from outside the cave.
Clap, clap, clap...
The slow, rhythmic clapping was especially piercing within the silent cave.
Every muscle in Mu Bai's body tensed instantly, his right hand already pressing against the hilt of the Qinglin Sword.
Wonderful. Truly wonderful!
A scrawny figure slowly stepped into the firelight.
Gray cloth robes, a hunched frame, and those tiny eyes that constantly darted about—it was none other than Zhou Yao, who had vanished earlier!
"I never expected you to snatch the Dragon Sparrow Grass from the Silver Moon Wolf King. As expected of a descendant of a great family." A false smile hung on Zhou Yao's face as he casually tossed something with his right hand. A bloody object rolled to Mu Bai's feet.
Mu Bai lowered his head, and his pupils suddenly constricted—it was the head of the Bai Ze Beast!
Those once-gentle eyes now stared blankly open. Its snow-white fur had been dyed red with blood, and