Dongfang Wuya lightly hooked the corner of his lips, "You've asked the right person."
Shen Qinghe's eyes brightened, "Uncle Master, have you ever seen Snow Bone Grass?"
Dongfang Wuya recalled some long-lost stories that had become ancient history and began speaking dully, "I once had a piece of Snow Bone Grass, but it was taken from me by someone..."
Shen Qinghe had never seen Dongfang Wuya with such a gloomy expression. She had thought someone as favored as Dongfang Wuya was capable of anything, yet surprisingly, he too had experienced the theft of Immortal Herbs.
"Who would dare to steal Immortal Herbs from Uncle Master's hands? Once I have achieved some success, I will surely help Uncle Master seek justice!" Shen Qinghe said indignantly.