"There isn't really much of a method."
Ye Guang narrowed its eyes. "Grass, you know—wildfire cannot burn it all away; the spring breeze blows, and it grows again. Obviously, searching for it stalk by stalk won't work."
"But Demon Grass is different. Water won't wither it, and fire won't consume it. So, if you want to find more useful Demon Grass in the shortest possible time, burn the field."
Burn the field?
"What a brilliant idea! Once a man has too many worries, even his brain stops working properly."
Yang Qing sighed inwardly.
In the past, he would probably have thought of burning it long ago. Now, he needed others to remind him over and over.
"It's certainly a good method, but doing this has one major drawback."
Ye Guang sighed softly. "You'll have to be careful with the Three Realms Immortal Lord. Since he gave you this task, he probably never intended for you to finish it so quickly."
Although the Three Realms Immortal Lord had said that the Heavenly Rules would launch a second attack soon, there was no telling exactly when that "soon" would be.
"If he has something else in mind, we might as well get this over with sooner. I want to go back, too."
Yang Qing raised his head and looked toward the distant north.
Of course, they were in the Demon Abyss now, where they could hardly distinguish north from south.
Go back...
That lone grave standing in the vast wilderness appeared before Yang Qing's eyes again.
Yes, it was time to go back.
With all the winds and clouds of the world converging, how could he possibly protect everything alone?
"It's good that you've come to terms with it."
After speaking, Ye Guang turned to glance at Jiangli.
Jiangli caught the look