Who would have thought that before he could even start picking, he would run into Jiang Tang.
And he plucked the Qingming Grass completely bald.
The Blade Sect disciple looked despairingly at the area where the Qingming Grass grew, then turned the same forlorn gaze towards Jiang Tang.
Jiang Tang: "..." He made it seem like he had committed some serious mistake.
Producing three stalks of Qingming Grass and handing them over, Jiang Tang spoke with evident distaste, "Take it, take it."
Blade Sect disciple: "??"
"You're just giving it to me like that?" He took the Qingming Grass, assessing the quality of the Spirit Plant, and was immediately astonished.
This was of upper third-grade quality, enough for him to concoct the Pills required to enter the Outer Sect.
"Don't want them? Give them back then." Jiang Tang raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, I want them!" Fearing that he might actually take them back, the Blade Sect disciple quickly ran off.