Mo Ye was somewhat confused as he was being dragged by Hu Jiuling.
He wanted to break free.
But... Hu Jiuling's strength was a bit higher than his now.
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.
Hu Jiuling dragged Mo Ye to a hilltop.
"This herb is called Shame Spirit Grass. This kind of Spirit Grass cannot be touched by Spiritual Power. If it is touched by Spiritual Power, it will instantly wither. Yet, its roots are extremely deep, and it's very difficult to pull out without some effort. I was worried that by myself, my strength might not be enough. But now that you, Mo Ye, are here, it's fantastic." Hu Jiuling smiled brightly.
The corners of Mo Ye's mouth twitched.
He had packed his bags to sneak away, not to help Hu Jiuling with the heavy work!
Mo Ye was about to refuse.
"So, our meeting at the foot of the mountain was indeed arranged by the heavens, right? Otherwise, how could I think of a reason for you to choose to come down the mountain?" Hu Jiuling followed up.
