"You know where to find Yinfeng Grass?"
Zhao Lin asked in a deep voice. The Yin Soul must have seen cultivators gathering Yinfeng Grass before and knew he needed it too, so it came up with this method to save its own life.
"Yes, I've... I've seen it."
The Yin Soul, terrified that Zhao Lin's iron ruler would come crashing down, said, trembling.
"How much is there?"
Zhao Lin had originally planned to stay in the Yinfeng Realm for five to seven days, ten at the most. The yin energy was harmful to the body, and even with the Three Yang Pills to expel it, staying too long would be detrimental to his cultivation.
However, Yinfeng Grass was not easy to find. He had spent the better part of a day finding just a single stalk. At this rate, it was hard to say what kind of harvest he could expect.
The Yin Soul had survived in this world for a thousand years. If it knew where to find Yinfeng Grass, it would save him a great deal of effort.
"I know a place... with... a lot of it."
