Five-year-old Wind Breath Grass, ten-year-old Wind Breath Grass, and even some that are fifteen years old.
Xin Lin's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly.
The Green Python was undoubtedly the Mountain Tyrant of this area, and the difficulty in picking Wind Breath Grass nearby was mostly due to it monopolizing them.
Aside from a very small portion of fresh Wind Breath Grass in its nest, the majority had already dried in the wind.
Xin Lin did not stand on ceremony, grabbing several large handfuls until she looked a whole lot plumper, then she quickly climbed out of the cave.
When she emerged from the cave, the outside was completely dark.
The Green Python had not yet returned.
What good luck she had today.
Xin Lin's mouth curled into a slight smile, preparing to slide down the mountain wall.
At that moment, a cry rang out from the sky and a gust of wind whooshed past.
