"Cold Spirit Grass?" In the water, Qin Hao's eyes widened, then immediately turned to joy.
This world indeed possesses heavenly treasures.
It's just that after modernization, most of the growth habitats for these treasures have been lost.
True celestial spiritual materials grow only in the wild, uninhabited areas.
This piece of Cold Spirit Grass is one of those many rare treasures.
Qin Hao sped up, swam quickly over, grasped the Cold Spirit Grass, and with one hand, dug up the dirt at the bottom of the Cold Pool to pull the grass out with its roots.
Suddenly, a wave of suffocation began to creep in.
Qin Hao knew that he had stayed underwater too long, and his lung capacity wasn't keeping up.
He struggled to swim upwards, only to see a few small black fish swimming towards him not far off.
These small fish were only about the size of a palm, but their heads were sharply pointed. Being small, they moved very nimbly, and soon approached.
