"What? Xilian Grass?" Li Xiaowen had walked a few steps farther than Xun Feiyan. Hearing his startled cry, she hurriedly turned back and asked, "There's Xilian Grass here?"
"Indeed, Fellow Daoist Li. Could it be... that there is something improper about it?" Seeing this, Xiao Hua's heart jumped, and he vaguely sensed that something was wrong. He took out the Xilian Grass.
"Sure enough, it really is the legendary Xilian Grass!" Li Xiaowen frowned deeply and looked at Xun Feiyan. "I presume Fellow Daoist Xun knows as well that Xilian Grass is the Mist Beast's favorite food. I had only heard that it grew deep within Yulian Mountain. This is merely the outskirts, so how could it be here?"
Xun Feiyan was equally worried and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist Li, we should quickly take out our silk pouches. If we can open one, we should leave at once. I have an uneasy feeling!"
"That is precisely what I was thinking!" Li Xiaowen said crisply. "Fellow Daoists, let us not rush onward for now. Take out the silk pouches and try them!"
Yet after everyone took out their silk pouches, not a single one could be opened.
Xiao Hua looked at the two silk pouches in his hand, his expression turning somewhat unsightly. He had originally thought that taking one extra pouch would give him more support, but now it seemed that might not necessarily be so.
Li Xiaowen looked around and said softly, "It seems... we must go farther into Yulian Mountain. Keep the silk pouches in hand, everyone. Let us walk and watch..."
Thus, following Li Xiaowen's words, the group proceeded gently inward while keeping an eye on the silk pouches in their hands... Xiao Hua, walking at the very rear with Fu Shu, looked at his seemingly motionless