Mo Liancheng gave a wry smile. "Senior, I really only need one stalk of Shaping Essence Grass. Can't you just let me take one? I'll leave as soon as I take it." Freak, what a freak. He had underestimated the Holy Land's strength again and again. Sure enough, with a freakish cultivation place like this, it was hard not to produce experts. Precisely because of this, Mo Liancheng became even more cautious.
For a long while, the old man didn't make another sound.
"Senior? If you're not speaking, does that count as tacit approval?" Mo Liancheng spoke again. He didn't think that old man had left, because that oppressive feeling not only hadn't disappeared, it had actually gotten heavier.
He wanted to seize a gap, grab the Shaping Essence Grass and leave.
Unfortunately, the old man didn't show a single flaw. After all, the other party hadn't even revealed a shadow.
In that case, he could only wait a bit longer.
