The biting mountain wind howled as it swept past the cave mouth, sounding like the low growl of a beast.
Inside the cave, flickering firelight danced across the faces of the three people, casting long, swaying shadows. The damp air was filled with the scent of earth and grass, mingled with the distinct, cool, ethereal fragrance of the Nether Grass.
Lin Yuehe sat cross-legged, cradling the Nether Grass in her hands, her gaze focused and cautious. The entire stalk of Nether Grass was a nearly transparent ghostly blue, and faint silver radiance flowed through its veins like twinkling stars in the night sky. She gently stroked the leaves, the icy touch against her fingertips making her shiver involuntarily.
Chapter 63