More importantly, a spiral-shaped object coiled in the very center of the Ganoderma grass.
The object was a faint gold color and was suffused with Spiritual Energy.
The more the Golden Crow smelled it, the more it wanted to eat it.
It couldn't help but stretch out its large petals, preparing to take a bite.
But before its petals could even extend, Su Ye pushed them back down.
Su Ye picked up the Ganoderma grass.
Holding it in her hand, she couldn't shake the look of astonishment from her eyes.
'What grade is this Ganoderma grass?'
'Ten years old? A hundred? A thousand?'
'No, Ganoderma grass can't survive for that long.'
'If not harvested in time, it will quickly wither.'
'But this one before me is clearly different from other Ganoderma grasses. A single glance told me it has lived for a very long time.'
'This is, quite simply, a miracle.'
Su Ye became much more careful as she cradled it.
She carefully placed the Ganoderma grass into her Spatial Bag.
