Holy Area Grass
Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Han Sen brought the Tianxia Peacock King's body back to the white whale, and Bao'er quickly whipped out the little gourd and absorbed the cloud inside it.
The damage done to the white whale was pretty severe. It could repair itself, but being damaged that badly meant it would take a while before it was completely fixed. The ship could hardly move at this point. There were many holes that went clean through the ship, and the entire structure seemed on the verge of falling apart.
"Han Sen, was that really the Holy Area Grass? Might I see it?" Fang Qing Yu asked Han Sen, his eyes gleaming with hope.
"You know what the Holy Area Grass is?" Han Sen asked.
Fang Qing Yu nodded. "I've heard of it, although I've never seen it before. Even in the Thousand Treasures Alliance, there are only a few tales and legends surrounding its existence. The details are scarce, and we don't even have any pictures of it."