Nuan Yin lay on the ground, struggling to turn her head to look at the Soul Severing Grass lying in the spring ditch, its entire leaf drooping down. The space was gone, and so was her good companion.
Just then, a sudden sound of footsteps came. Nuan Yin moved her leaves and looked into the distance.
A white figure slowly walked in this direction, her long white dress fluttering without wind, black hair tied into a ponytail, gathered at the back of her head. Nuan Yin swayed her body, took a closer look, and suddenly leapt up, rushing towards the person. The figure suddenly stopped, caught Nuan Yin, and held it in her hand.
"Where's the Soul Severing Grass? Why are you alone?" An Yiqing was a bit dazed; she had only gone into seclusion for a while, and upon opening her eyes, everything had changed.
Nuan Yin pointed in the direction of the Spirit Spring with her leaves, and An Yiqing walked over, moved the big stone away, and picked up the Soul Severing Grass.
