Sha Qiu held in his hand a "magical" object that looked no different from the wild grass by the roadside. Apart from being enveloped in a glow and carrying a hint of Heaven's Punishment, it was indistinguishable from ordinary grass.

Ning Tian found this wild grass very familiar—it was the very one he had casually planted back then.

But who would have thought...

This unintentional act had led these foreign experts to treat it as a treasure...