Adrian realized that these disciples had an agenda. Sure enough, as soon as they caught their breath, the one who had placed his arm around him previously did the same thing and began speaking in a hushed voice.
"Listen, friend, we actually found something interesting in this region. There is actually Vermillion Spirit Grass in this region."
Adrian's pupils shrank imperceptibly. A Rank 4 herb. Information from his inheritance flashed into his mind. This grass was one that could temper fire Qi, stabilize Golden Cores, and even be used to assist in Nascent Soul breakthroughs if refined properly.
The allure of it for magic beasts couldn't be understated. With it, a Rank 3 beast could raise its rank if it consumed it.
His gaze flickered past them.
Sure enough, nestled between the roots of a massive tree was a single stalk of deep crimson grass, its edges glowing faintly like embers. The surrounding area was scorched, and faint claw marks were etched into the ground.
