Foresight
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
This time, even if the alchemists who followed wanted to get the Specter Grass, they did not dare to do it again. Even with the speed at the Golden Core strength, they still couldn't catch the Specter Grass. They had also lost several people whose condition were still unknown whether they were still living or already dead. Their hearts were in a mess, having lost their initial enthusiasm and excitement.
"You're not going to get them? There they are. " Feng Jiu turned back, smiling with her eyes narrowed at the alchemists.
"We can't."
Several of them sighed. They finally knew why they had very few Specter Grass at the sect and the grass was so costly at the auction house outside. They were almost played to death by these two grass plants.
"I'm more self-aware. I don't want to waste my energy knowing that I can't get it."