The Wu Clan quickly brought over the Beauty-Preserving Grass.
They all knew that the Beauty-Preserving Grass was a hereditary treasure of their clan, but at this moment, they truly dared not voice their anger.
The Pan Clan's example was right before their eyes, and people were still hunting down the Pan Clan's remnants everywhere.
They had no desire to go from being pursuers to becoming the pursued.
The Beauty-Preserving Grass was stored in an Obsidian box, with a Sealing Spirit Talisman pasted over it. It had been protected extremely well.
Huangfu Wuxia was used to seeing treasures. She casually removed the Sealing Spirit Talisman and opened the box, whereupon a strange glint flashed through her eyes.
The next moment, she laughed. "The quality is rather good. How many Spirit Stones is Fellow Daoist Wu willing to sell it for?"
"President Huangfu, what are you saying?" Wu Adept gave a dry laugh. "I'm returning an item to its rightful owner. As for the price... you can discuss that with Feng Adept."
"Enough. I know exactly what kind of person Feng Mountain Lord is." Huangfu Wuxia waved a hand and spoke blandly. "This Beauty-Preserving Grass was harvested more than fifty years ago. You don't think we lack even that much discernment, do you?"
Feng Jun had originally intended to play deaf and dumb and muddle through while accepting the Beauty-Preserving Grass. But since Huangfu Wuxia had pointed it out, he naturally could not keep doing that. He merely snorted coldly. "This Beauty-Preserving Grass came from the Endless Sea."
"Huh?" Wu Adept shot him a surprised look. He was not surprised that Huangfu Wuxia could tell the grass's age, but for Feng Mountain Lord to identify its place of origin was simply terrifying.
So he gave a bitter smile. "Then let us say