"Give me back a piece of grassland?"
The Yellow Spring Great Sage's eyes narrowed when he heard Bu Fang's calm words. He had to admit that the boy had a strong mind. Even a Nine-revolution Little Saint would be smashed into meat paste by his palm, let alone a One-revolution Little Saint. However, this little fellow was not at all frightened and didn't even bat an eye.
"I have a lot of One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass. What do I need so much for?" As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, he burst out laughing, his voice ringing through the sky.
"The grassland I will give you will not be full of One-leaf Yellow Spring Grass, but Nine-leaf Yellow Spring Grass…" Bu Fang said lightly.
