Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou both turned their gazes toward the vast expanse of demon grass.
Just as Jiangli had said, if the demon grass grew in isolated clumps, they could spare the attention to examine it.
But faced with an entire field of it, were they supposed to burrow into the Demon Grassland like old oxen plowing a field, inspecting every stalk?
How long would that take?
By the time they had turned over the entire field, they would probably have gone blind.
Yet it seemed they could not simply give up searching.
After all, they had come for this demon grass.
Yang Qing watched the Demon Grassland for quite some time, observing several magic beasts darting in and out of the grass.
Suddenly, his gaze settled on one of the magic beasts, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.
"I have an idea."
Hmm? He had come up with something already?
A touch of eagerness entered Bu Er's and Jiang Zhizhou's eyes as they looked at Yang Qing.
Their young master was truly their young master. Just as Jiangli had said, he really was a reincarnated child of fortune.
No matter how great the problem, there were very few things Yang Qing could not resolve once he took action.
"It only just occurred to me, though I can't say yet whether it will work."
As Yang Qing spoke, he strode forward.
He was heading in precisely the same direction as one of the magic beasts.
"Why are you watching this magic beast? Is there something different about it?"
Jiang Zhizhou and Bu Er examined the beast several times, but as far as they could tell, apart from some differences in appearance, these beasts all gave off much the same aura.
Simple minds, powerful limbs.
Most importantly,