"Han Qianxue, elder of the Ice Soul Sect."
Mu Feng had expected an elder of the Ice Soul Sect to be a woman in her thirties or forties. But when he stepped through the curtain, he found that she looked remarkably young—not a day over twenty-five.
Han Qianxue wore a white dress. Her skin was almost translucent, though not sickly pale; it had the color of cold jade.
Mu Feng frowned. "What did you want with me, Elder Han?"
Han Qianxue pressed her pale pink lips together. She looked like a statue, though something in her expression suggested she wanted to speak.
"I don't believe I have any ties to your sect. Why did you invite me into your carriage, Elder Han? If there's nothing else, I won't trouble you further."
With that, Mu Feng made as if to leave the carriage, impatience creeping into his voice. At last, Han Qianxue's glacier-like expression shifted.
She parted her pearly teeth. "There's an aura on you that feels very familiar to me."
"What aura?"
Han Qianxue said slowly, "The Ice Soul Sect's greatest treasure: Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass."
Mu Feng's heart tightened. He hadn't expected another Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass to exist in Aurora Valley.
"Yes, I once absorbed an Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass," Mu Feng said. "But it wasn't the one belonging to your sect."
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Han Qianxue explained, "Rest assured, I'm not accusing you of stealing our treasure. I wanted to ask whether you have any more Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass."
"You should know that an Immortal Herb is a treasure of heaven and earth that can only be chanced upon, never sought out. Finding even one takes a stroke of luck most people could only dream of. How could I find two of the same