The scene of Yu Lian's reunion with her parents was quite ordinary. Their exchange was likely more spiritual in nature. Wang Ping watched for a moment but couldn't make anything out, so he turned to look at the Female Knight, who had been knocked unconscious by the shock. He waved his hand, and vines gently placed her on a flat patch of grass by the pond.
"You've come for the Holy Heart Grass?" Purple Pearl had finished communicating with Yu Lian through the Spirit Sea, and her vertical pupils fixed on Wang Ping.
"Yes!"
"We can spare three stalks at most. The others are needed for some of the younger generation." After speaking, Purple Pearl looked at Lan Yang, who was fumbling with a storage pouch beside her, and urged, "Take them out."
"Just give them away like that? This stuff is very expensive."
"..."
In a way, Yu Lian had inherited some of her father's personality traits.
