The newborn roots had barely touched a patch of Blue Silver Grass when its leaf tips bent in the direction Tang San had left. Ji Yuan followed that faint pull and received the same response again and again.
Tang San stopped with a hand against a tree trunk. The Blue Silver Grass wound around his wrist ignored his summons and kept reaching deeper into the forest. Even the residual Soul Power in his palm veered in that direction.
"Even you refuse to listen now?"
He pulled the grass stem back half a foot, but it turned again the moment he let go. Ji Yuan did not interfere. That pull bypassed his spores and touched his host's still-unawakened bloodline directly.
"What's over there? Do you want to take me there?"
No one answered. Tang San pressed his hand against the white rabbit's back inside his robes, waited for his breathing to settle, then released a second strand of Blue Silver Grass. It pointed toward the same place.
Ji Yuan extended outward along the two Martial Soul connections. Through the dense roots, he touched a deep, weighty mass of plant Mental Power. Its owner was also searching for Tang San.
The Blue Silver King.
As that name entered his consciousness, the root network had already tightened. Ji Yuan abandoned his scattered peripheral perceptions, leaving only a few fine threads leading to that Mental Power.
Tang San did not head there immediately. He snapped off a dead branch and planted it beside his feet, then carried Tang Hao around to the other side. After walking several dozen paces, he released his Martial Soul again.
The grass leaves still leaned toward the original spot.
"It isn't something underfoot. It's looking for me. Father, do you know why the Blue Silver Grass is acting like