Leaves of two colors grew from the same stem, gleaming with a strange sheen beneath the moonlight.
They grew everywhere, covering almost every crevice within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Following behind him, Dugu Bo glanced at the patch of grass along Yu Xiaogang's line of sight and said indifferently, "Why are you looking at that? Those weeds are completely useless."
"And they grow everywhere. No matter how much I clear away, there's always more. So I just leave them alone."
Yu Xiaogang did not answer.
He crouched down and reached out to touch them gently.
"Are these really weeds?"
Dugu Bo frowned. "What do you mean?"
Yu Xiaogang did not look at him.
His gaze remained on those two-colored leaves.
"No grass is worthless. It simply hasn't met the right person."
He paused, lifting his gaze from the ground to the two intersecting springs in the distance before looking back.
He silently murmured to himself,
To others, they might be weeds, but to me, they're immortal herbs.
For within them, he sensed dragon energy, dragon souls, and the bloodline of true dragons.
He did not know where the dragon energy that had nurtured this dragon soul grass came from, but he had truly stumbled upon a treasure.
The grass looked utterly unremarkable, yet the dragon bloodline contained within it was exceedingly pure. A single blade might contain very little, but it grew everywhere here!
Watching Yu Xiaogang crouch beside that patch of grass and stroke its two-colored leaves, Dugu Bo curled his lip dismissively.
He snorted inwardly. This fellow was something else, ignoring an entire garden of rare medicinal plants only to squat in a patch of lousy grass, unable to tear himself away.
He could not be bothered to think about it further. Tucking both hands