It was not being stirred by the wind; there was no wind in the cave. It was moving on its own. Under the influence of the Blue Silver Domain, its leaves began to unfurl, to grow, to become vibrant at a pace visible to the naked eye.
The golden veins on the blades of grass seemed to come alive, pulsing faintly as golden light rippled outward like water.
The originally dull blue leaves gradually became vivid and bright, with even a faint golden sheen appearing along their edges.
It was like someone who had slept for far, far too long and had finally sensed the call of its own kind, struggling to awaken from a long dream.
Tang Hao's eyes widened as he stared at the growing Blue Silver Grass, his clouded eyes filled with shock.
"This—"
He muttered to himself, his voice so hoarse it was nearly inaudible, as though a clump of cotton were lodged in his throat.
"I... how did I not think of it? Ah Yin, Ah Yin... could you really come back to life?"
The Blue Silver Grass continued to grow. The golden patterns on its leaves shone brighter and brighter beneath Tang San's Blue Silver Domain, as though something were awakening from slumber.
Tang San stood to the side with his hands hanging at his sides, his gaze resting on the grass, yet he did not seem particularly excited.
He watched tears surge in Tang Hao's murky eyes. He watched the man who had always been cold and hard as iron before the Clear Sky Sect disciples squat on the ground, carefully stroking that blade of grass as though it were the most precious thing in the world.
Tang San raised an eyebrow.
He was considering a question.
Tang Hao came from the Clear