No matter how it's tossed, the branches of the Thistle Bush Grass stubbornly point in one direction, defying logic. This confirms Veronia's suspicion that this space is likely closely related to the Tashimar Fantasy Circus.
"This direction... should we take some branches?"
Glancing at the direction the branches pointed, Feng Yuan said hesitantly. He wasn't sure if there would be a fork ahead, or if they would find the Thistle Bush Grass at that time. However, there was another possibility, that they might be transported to another space along the way.
Yang Hongzhi, on the other hand, didn't have as many thoughts as Feng Yuan. He directly stepped forward and broke off a branch of the Thistle Bush Grass, saying
"Carrying it won't hinder our movement. Just let me hold it."
Although it's called grass, the Thistle Bush Grass is actually a low shrub. Veronia chuckled lightly and said
"Why don't I handle it?"
