Wang Teng turned to the three young men when he heard them.
The trio seemed to be around the same age as him. They were in tight clothes, and they were holding weapons as they looked at Wang Teng intently.
Looking at their faces, they were most probably martial arts course students from another school.
"I have already picked the Illusion Grass. You came late."
Wang Teng suddenly felt a little lucky.
What happened today indeed had some element of luck in it.
Bai Xiaocao and her father didn't know these people's abilities. They also wouldn't explain to Bai Xiaocao and his father how powerful they were.
Thus, Bai Xiaocao's father chose the path he thought was the safest based on his own thinking. He brought these three young men a huge round around the mountain before they finally arrived at this place.