Su Ye's attention was still caught in the aftermath of the recent commotion.
Her reply was perfunctory.
"It's okay."
Xue Liang was handsome, and there was an undeniable air of wealth about him—one that only the young masters of noble families possessed.
No wonder he was the type little girls liked.
What a pity, after seeing Su Qing, anyone else just looked like her own short, chubby father back home—no different at all.
Another woman in red inside the cabin spoke coldly,
"Tsk, stop pretending. If you like Xue Liang, just say so. Why act all high and mighty here?"
Su Ye reached out, absentmindedly rubbing the small purple sprout tattoo on her right index finger.
Ever since she'd formed a contract with that vine, she always found herself touching the mark, whether intentionally or not.
Seeing this red-clothed woman getting so worked up, Su Ye retorted,
"You like him?"
As soon as she said this, the woman's face flushed bright red.
Her eyes darted helplessly, unconsciously landing on Xue Liang at the bow.
But Xue Liang's eyes didn't waver, coldly averting his gaze, as if it had nothing to do with him.
This indifference left the red-clothed woman deeply embarrassed.
Naturally, she turned her anger toward Su Ye.
She snapped loudly,
"Why are you trying to sow discord between us? What's your motive?!"
Su Ye raised her eyebrows slightly, but said nothing.
Her attention shifted to the patch of Golden Seeking Grass growing steadily closer.
As the boat was about to pass under the bridge, she stepped to the bow, quickly reached out and bent down, plucking the Golden Seeking Grass from that tiny patch of earth.
The boat glided gently through the bridge's shadow.
The sunset poured once more over the vessel.
And in Su Ye's hand, the Golden Seeking Grass glimmered under the sunlight, as if coated in gold.
Xue Liang stared at it for a moment, an emotion flickering in his eyes before he spoke slowly,
"Golden Seeking Grass."
As he spoke, every single person's attention snapped to Su Ye's hand.
Yang Xuan looked shocked.
"What? Golden Seeking Grass? There's actually such a herb here?"
Head lowered, Su Ye seemed oblivious to their commotion. She tugged open her Spatial Bag, tossed the herb inside, and went back to watching the scenery outside.
The red-dressed woman in the cabin stood up abruptly and strode over to Su Ye.
Her aura oppressive,
"Hey, hand over the Golden Seeking Grass."
Su Ye chuckled softly. She really didn't want to deal with this brainless lady.
She turned straight to the old man steering the boat,
"Sir, please dock the boat."
Su Ye's total disregard made the red-dressed woman even angrier.
Her voice rose several notches,
"If you weren't on our boat, you never would've found that herb! Hand it over, now."
Su Ye bent at the waist, patting her clothes—she'd accidentally got them wet when picking the herb.
Then she spoke, tone calm,
"Without your boat, this herb would still belong to me."
The red-dressed woman was completely humiliated, getting smacked down again and again by this stranger.
She flew into a rage and immediately drew the long whip from her waist.
"You're looking for death!"
As the words fell, the whip lashed out toward Su Ye.
The long whip was shrouded in red flames—this red-clothed woman clearly had a Fire Spirit Root.
From the very beginning, she'd never taken Su Ye seriously.
Anyone with eyes could see Su Ye's cultivation wasn't even at the First Tier.
The red-dressed woman was determined to teach Su Ye a lesson, to show her not to offend just anyone.
Only, things didn't go as expected.
Su Ye dodged the whip with ease, then, with a bang, kicked the woman straight in the chest.
"Ah!" came the scream.