Qing Shuang nodded, she knew Luo Chen was right.
They continued forward, the Sky Heart Grass in Luo Chen's hand emitted a soft glow, as if comforting their spirits.
After several days of trekking, they finally returned to the place where they had seen the Ancient Guardian before.
The Sky Heart Grass needed by the Ancient Guardian, they had now brought with them.
Previously, the Ancient Guardian had said.
Bring the Sky Heart Grass, and they would be bestowed with a treasure.
It's just that they don't know what this treasure actually is.
The figure of the Ancient Guardian was like a towering mountain, his gaze penetrated through time and space, falling upon Luo Chen, Qing Shuang, and Hong Ling.
The three of them stood in front of him, tightly holding the Sky Heart Grass that emitted a gentle light.
"You have returned." The voice of the Ancient Guardian was like an echo from ancient times, deep and full of power.
