Upon hearing this, light flickered in Zhou Yu's eyes.
Suddenly, with a wave of his hand, a golden spirit grass appeared in Zhou Yu's hand.
"The 'Yang Yuan Grass' you mentioned, is this the thing?"
Seeing the Yang Yuan Grass in Zhou Yu's hand, the nearby Turtle Ape nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, that's it."
Zhou Yu squinted his eyes and said:
"Why do the Golden Roc Clan want you to stay on the island to collect Yang Yuan Grass?"
"This is something that anyone could do, right?"
Upon hearing this, the giant python hesitated.
He instinctively looked at the nearby Liger and Turtle Ape.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Yu immediately let out a cold snort, and a cold killing intent instantly enveloped the three alien species.
The Turtle Ape shivered with fear and quickly said:
"Because most of the Yang Yuan Grass grows within the thick fog of Wu Mang Island, the Golden Roc Clan seems unwilling to enter the fog."
"Therefore, they enslave us to collect it."
