Zhang Yutong looked somewhat disappointed. With an apologetic smile, she said, "To inform you, Senior Deming, actually... the Mysterious Yin Spirit Grass my sister and I seek must be at least three thousand years old. The most suitable would be one over four thousand years old..."
"Hiss—" Deming could not help but suck in a cold breath. Smiling bitterly, he said, "My Taiqing Sect... currently has only one two-thousand-year-old Mysterious Yin Spirit Grass. It was occasionally found within the Mysterious Yin Illusion Realm by an elder of our sect. If even this cannot meet the needs of you two young friends, then I fear... I fear the entire Meng Kingdom may not have Mysterious Yin Spirit Grass of such an age."
"It seems my sister and I must make a trip to the Mysterious Yin Illusion Realm!" Zhang Yutong sighed. She glanced at Zhang Yuhe, and the two sisters understood each other without words. A trace of determination appeared in both their eyes.
"You two young friends!" Deming hurriedly waved his hand. "How can the Mysterious Yin Illusion Realm be a place people like you can enter? Even this poor Daoist would not dare venture too deeply inside. If you enter, I fear there will be no hope of coming out!"
Though Zhang Yutong and Zhang Yuhe had never been to the Mysterious Yin Illusion Realm, they had long heard of the Ten Great Dangerous Lands. Their Huan Kingdom naturally had such places as well, and they knew in their hearts that entering one meant nine deaths and one slim chance of life.
Yet the two of them remained silent at this moment, clearly having already made up their minds.
This matter had originally had nothing to do with Deming, but watching two young female cultivators cast their living lives