Chen Dao slowed down and explained to the person at his side, "Be careful when picking herbs here. You must not touch some of those herbs."
"Mm, I remember." Feng Jiu nodded in reply. Suddenly, an alchemist in front of her cried out in surprise.
"Look, it's the specter grass! Quick, grab it!"
Feng Jiu was stupefied for a moment. Specter grass? She looked ahead. There, in the dim night, at a place illuminated by the flame, a white plant that looked like gauze emerged among the weeds and swayed against the night wind.
"Eek? It's really the specter grass!" She let out a squeal of surprise. She didn't expect there were specter grasses here.
Specter grass was a fourth level spirit herb. It could be used in many kinds of pills. However, it was considered very rare and precious, no matter whether it was the market place or any other places. Since the herb could run away, people might not be able to pick it even if it appeared there.
