Jiang Lu's eyes flew wide, and her heart gave a violent lurch. Her face was filled with astonishment.
No way? She was actually serious?
Before she could think further, Jiang Lu hurried forward and gently caught Mu Xiaoqing's hanging white sleeve. Her grip was light, yet it firmly halted Mu Xiaoqing's steps.
Mu Xiaoqing's figure abruptly paused, and she slowly turned her head back.
A faint layer of bewilderment rested between her brows. She had no idea why Jiang Lu had suddenly stopped her, and she looked at her quietly and innocently.
"Senior Sister Mu, are you just going to take it like that?"
Seeing the chill and confusion in her eyes, Jiang Lu spoke softly.
Mu Xiaoqing tilted her head slightly, seeming puzzled.
Jiang Lu's lips twitched. She released Mu Xiaoqing's sleeve; she should get the Swordheart Grass first.
Her gaze shifted to several stalks of Swordheart Grass not far away. Their slender stems swayed gently amid the rampaging Sword Intent, yet not a single blade of grass had been severed by the sharp Sword Qi.
A clear, gentle white glow flowed across the grass blades. Specks of soft light carried pure and refined sword Dao spiritual energy, making them especially eye-catching within the dim Sword Mound Secret Realm.
Her eyes flickered. As long as that sword resonated with Mu Xiaoqing, she could harvest them at once.
As her thoughts stirred, her peripheral vision quietly swept over Senior Sisters You Xi and Chen Cheng, who stood silently at her side.
The two wore calm expressions as they looked ahead, showing no intention of coveting the grass.
After a brief consideration, Jiang Lu decided not to hide anything and spoke openly. "Three Senior Sisters, I entered the Sword Mound this time precisely for these Swordheart Grasses. The Sword Intent here