Li Shun could not be certain, but the moment he saw the Mutated Cold Mountain Grass, a bad feeling rose in his heart.
"Maybe it really can retain some memories through the reset of Threefold Self-Reflection."
Li Shun had experienced the Cold Mountain Soul's power firsthand.
Even in its weakened state just after awakening, it had subdued Fang Han with a single hand.
So despite having two great treasures at his disposal, Li Shun felt uneasy.
"We need to find the remnant's trail as soon as possible," he told Shang Qingqiu grimly.
At the same time, he quietly slipped a stalk of Mutated Cold Mountain Grass into his dantian.
With the Myriad Treasures Furnace and the God-Striking Whip still inside him, he did not dare put the grass straight into Square Inch.
Shang Qingqiu did not know why Li Shun's attitude had suddenly changed, but she did not argue.
Following the hazy impression in her mind, she quickened her search across the plain.
Li Shun noticed, however, that for some reason they were moving farther and farther from the area where the Mutated Cold Mountain Grass grew and spread.
He frowned and thought for a moment, but ultimately said nothing to stop her.
He let Shang Qingqiu lead the way.
"This should be the place," Shang Qingqiu said outside a gorge where the edge of the plain met the sprawling mountains.
"Are you sure?" Li Shun swept his divine sense over the surroundings.
Within ten miles, he found no trace of Mutated Cold Mountain Grass, leaving him puzzled.
"According to the scene in my mind, this is where the remnant soul first awakened and appeared." Shang Qingqiu examined the area carefully, then nodded with absolute certainty.
With that, she tossed out a pink embroidered pouch. Boundless mist poured from it