The view here was relatively open, yet it was not easily detectable. The saber-wielding Astral Force disciple had barely stopped walking before he anxiously blurted out, "Junior Martial Uncle Wei! We've staked out and scoured this godforsaken place for two whole months for this Nine Bends Grass, exhausting so much heart power... Are we really just going to let that kid get it for nothing?"
His face twisted with bitter reluctance and resentment. Though the other punching disciple remained silent, his expression mirrored the same simmering frustration.
