Gong Yu, having nothing to do, started to inspect the herb garden. The herbs were of no use to Ye Haochuan and even more worthless to a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Suddenly, Gong Yu's eyes lit up, and he picked a herb from the garden.
The herb was emerald green and translucent. Just as Gong Yu was feeling delighted, Zhu Qingshuang suddenly opened her eyes.
"Blue Soul Grass, what do you want it for?"
Though the Blue Soul Grass held no value for Ye Haochuan and the others, it was still considered valuable to certain evil forces.
A trace of panic flashed in Gong Yu's eyes, and he quickly covered it up with a simple, honest smile, saying, "I noticed this herb's aura was somewhat different from the others, so I wanted to take it back for some research."
"Just for research?" It was obvious that Zhu Qingshuang didn't believe his words.
