Mo Ye was pulled along by Hu Jiuling, looking a bit bewildered.
He tried to break free.
But... Hu Jiuling's cultivation was now even higher than his.
He wanted to escape, but just couldn't get away.
Hu Jiuling dragged Mo Ye to a mountain peak.
"This herb is called Shame Spirit Grass. This kind of Spirit Grass cannot be exposed to Spiritual Power. If Spiritual Power touches it, it will instantly wither. The thing is, this grass has deep roots; if you don't put in some effort, it's very hard to pull up. I was just worried that I might not have enough strength on my own. But now, with you here, Mo Ye, that's truly wonderful." Hu Jiuling flashed a dazzling smile.
Mo Ye's lips twitched.
He was packing up to sneak away, not to help Hu Jiuling with grunt work!
Mo Ye was about to refuse.
