Tang Lietian's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as he beheld Chu Yang standing on the small island at the heart of the lake, and beside Chu Yang, a white jade-colored Yuanyang Seven Leaves Grass with seven leaves, "Chu Yang, give me the Yuanyang Seven Leaves Grass, or I'll kill you."
"Hmph!"
Chu Yang snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Tang Lietian standing on the shore of the small lake, and chuckled disdainfully. He grabbed the Yuanyang Seven Leaves Grass, which had been drained of its Spiritual Energy, and tossed it to Tang Lietian, "Since you want it so badly, I'll give it to you."
Whoosh!
Tang Lietian's figure flashed, and he appeared above the surface of the lake, catching the Yuanyang Seven Leaves Grass.
Then, Tang Lietian landed on the shore, his gaze fell on the Yuanyang Seven Leaves Grass in his hand, "Huh? It doesn't have any Spiritual Energy left?"
