So, the three quickly chase forward. They could only hear the faint, soft murmurs of other people in the dim night.
"Quick! That side! Grab it quickly!"
"Ah! I can't see the way! I bumped into something."
"It's here. Don't let them run away!"
"Come back if you can't find it. It's too dangerous to run after the Specter Grass."
When he heard the conversations at the front, Chen Dao raised his voice and yelled at them. However, when those people finally spotted the elusive Specter Grass, they were certainly not letting it go. Therefore, even if Chen Dao was shouting at them, the alchemists in front did not want to stop.
All of a sudden, there was a bang in front, followed by a lot of exclamations.
"Ah!"
"What is that! Ah! Something is pulling my feet!"
"Ah…"
"It's bad, run quickly!"
