The night wind howled.
Wang Fangyue and Ancient Immortal Que Shi stood by the campfire, watching the harvester move further into the night, leaving a smooth path in the grass field.
"So many toxic plants will be harvested; will many people die?"
"How are they going to deal with the West State Boss, Celestial Palace Heir?"
Wang Fangyue was momentarily dazed, then grinned.
Why worry about so much? With these toxic plants, she could ascend to Sequence Seven!
Suddenly, Ancient Immortal Que Shi furrowed her brows.
"Isn't the quality of this harvester a bit off?"
"Why is it running faster and crushing a lot of Immortal Grass?"
Wang Fangyue froze, smelling the scent of toxic plant sap carried by the night wind. She was about to run forward to ask the driver when she saw the harvester suddenly make a sharp turn in the grass field, behaving like an uncontrolled mad bull, rampaging crazily!
Boom!
Buzz!
