Noah ignored Zhang Ying and walked towards the table to pick his own set of herbs. Seeing her face, he recalled she was the woman he and Ruo'er encountered on their way back from subjugating the Red Dawn Cult's base. He did not provoke her because he was angry or annoyed by her attitude. In his eyes, her actions were nothing more than an unruly child throwing tantrums. The only reason he acted out of character was to draw out a certain someone.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed another cloaked figure hidden among the spectators in the stadium. He could practically feel the chilling killing intent flaring from the woman, invisible to others. He was surprised she managed to hold herself back, but he had already predicted such an outcome and his actions were part of a long-term plan.
"These herbs…" One of the Rank 4 alchemists, still watching Noah, frowned as he saw the herbs Noah was picking.