The leader of the Qig Mountain Academy students frowned and barked, "I'll have you know, my cousin is a student at South Mountain! Give me the Seven Stars Grass now, and I'll let you off the hook. How about it?"
"South Mountain, you say?" Wen Qingye said, his brow twisting.
Seeing Wen Qingye's frown, the lead Qig Mountain Academy student felt a surge of delight and said impatiently, "Hurry up and give it to me. If I change my mind..."
WHAM!
The world blurred before the lead Qig Mountain Academy student's eyes, and he was sent flying.
Everyone present stared at Wen Qingye in astonishment. No one had expected him to strike, and with such speed—so fast that none of them had time to react.
"You... you're dead! What's your name?" the lead Qig Mountain Academy student stammered, pointing at Wen Qingye.
He knew he was no match for the man before him, but he couldn't stand the thought of Wen Qingye taking the medicinal herb.
Wen Qingye blinked. "My name is Wen Qingye."
