C341 The Long Leg Grass
"Hmm?"
Su Yun followed the sound with his gaze.
Ahead, about ten meters away, a tender green blade of grass swayed gently, inching forward.
As if aware of Su Yun's attention, the grass abruptly halted, blending in seamlessly with its surroundings.
A grass that moves and possesses a spirit?
Su Yun was taken aback.
He recalled the white-bearded elder's words
