At this moment, Gong Mingwei and Xiao Xianrui had seen it as well, joy written across their faces.
Once the three landed, Xiao Hua handed over all the Zhe Wu Grass and asked uneasily, "Senior Brothers, and Senior Sister, these... these look somewhat similar to the Zhe Wu Grass we brought back earlier, but some differ greatly. I didn't dare confirm it, so I asked you to come take a look. I hope I haven't mistaken them and brought punishment from the Sect Leader upon myself!"
"Good heavens, Xiao Hua, Master will be too busy rewarding you when he sees these. How could he bear to punish you?" Zhang Qingxiao examined the Zhe Wu Grass in his hand and laughed. "Eldest Senior Brother, take a look... isn't this seventy- or eighty-year-old Zhe Wu Grass? Mm, and these Wuji Grass and Xuejue Grass are seventy or eighty years old as well!"
"Exactly... I've seen spirit herbs of such great age at the market, and they looked precisely like this!" Gong Mingwei nodded, then pointed at the Zhe Wu Grass in his hand with a smile. "Never mind those in your hands—even my thirty-odd-year-old Zhe Wu Grass is already enough!"
"Xiao Hua, where... where did you find these spirit herbs?" Amid her excitement, Xiao Xianrui was somewhat bewildered.
"It was all because of it!" Xiao Hua raised Little White, which was coiled around his arm, and said, "I ran into this little snake in the cold pool. Last time, it tried to bite me, but I grabbed it by its vital seven inches and nearly crushed it to death. Later, it learned its lesson and became very affectionate toward me. Just now, when I came here under the Sect Leader's verbal order to seek spirit herbs, I saw it crawl into a