"Master Huo, since you have admitted defeat, then I'll take the Holy Purple Frost Bamboo now." Lou Qianxue was not bothered about winning or losing. She only cared about obtaining the Holy Purple Frost Bamboo.
However, before she got up, her gaze swept past a few of the herbs in the room, and a reluctance to leave surged in her heart.
But she still turned around and walked out.
"Little girl!" Master Huo suddenly called to stop her. "Hold on."
Lou Qianxue paused her footsteps. She turned around and looked at Master Huo. "What's the matter?"
A strange expression appeared on Master Huo's aged face, and his forehead became sweaty again. "That…"
"Huh?" Lou Qianxue did not understand.
"You seem to like the herbs in this house a lot?"
Lou Qianxue narrowed her beautiful eyes and magnanimously admitted. "Yes."
