Looking at Yi Ming, who had fallen nearby with blood flowing from all seven orifices, Yuan Qing's expression turned grim.
Yi Ming, a cultivator at the Ninth Layer Heavens of the Spiritual Realm, had lost! And he had lost so utterly!
This kid's strength is at least at the Tenth Layer Heavens of the Spiritual Realm! Or perhaps even stronger!
Damn it, how can someone like this exist in the middle of nowhere!
Cursing internally, Yuan Qing glanced at the dying Yi Ming, his mind racing.
"Young Master, it's all a misunderstanding. I'm just a simple herb gatherer."
"You heard me earlier. It was because of my mediocre talent that I gave up martial arts for medicine."
"It was their fault for trying to take your herbs. Now that you've killed them, please let me go."
"Oh, and the two packages and all the herbs in my medicine basket... they're all yours."
