"This Worm Sect really is massive, isn't it?" Ye Shikai sat on a hillside, looking at the mountains covered in "colorful hues." Those were areas where the Worm Sect cultivated poisonous plants and flowers, confirming the old saying: the more beautiful and attractive something appears, the more dangerous it is. Among these flowers and grasses below, just one is enough to cost a life. However, seeing thousands of people busily picking poisonous plants, chatting and laughing, Ye Shikai felt an impulse to join them.
Looking at the Worm Sect disciples below, the oldest looked just over twenty, while the youngest was merely a child. But this is understandable, as Wuyan herself is just eighteen years old, so her disciples couldn't be much older.
"Who are you?" At that moment, a sharp female voice sounded. By the time Ye Shikai came to his senses, dozens of Worm Sect disciples had rushed over, surrounding him tightly.
