"Didn't Qin shaozhong take your spiritual herbs? if you don't want them, why are you looking for me?" Ling Chuxi's expression suddenly darkened as she asked.
"But, aren't those spirit herbs with you?" The man saw Ling Chuxi's sudden change in expression and felt a little uneasy in his heart. He braced himself and said.
"I got the spiritual herbs from Qin shaozhong. As for how he got them, it's none of my business. You can ask him if you want." Ling Chuxi looked at the man coldly, a cold glint in her eyes. She continued,"why? do you think that I'm easier to bully than Qin shaozhong?"
As she spoke, Ling Chuxi had already gripped the hilt of her sword, and her body naturally exuded a cold killing intent.
"No, no, I was just saying. If Senior Sister Ling is not willing, then forget it." The fence-sitter's heart chilled as he hurriedly said.
