Xiao Han frowned slightly and glanced around, but he found no one else here. He then looked at the Blue Silver Grass as tall as a person and asked, "Was that you speaking?"
"Yes."
Strangely enough, the leaves at the top of that person-tall Blue Silver Grass actually moved, as if nodding at Xiao Han.
Now, Xiao Han was certain that the Blue Silver Grass was speaking.
"Little fellow, come over here. Don't worry, I mean you no harm. I merely want to get a better look at you."
As Xiao Han hesitated, that voice rang out in his mind once more.
"You'd better not try anything funny, or I'll burn this place to the ground," Xiao Han warned before cautiously approaching the tallest stalk of Blue Silver Grass.
"Hehe, little fellow, don't be so hot-tempered. I only want to have a chat with you." The owner of the voice chuckled softly. Her voice was incredibly moving, as though it could melt everything in the world.
"Little fellow this, little fellow that. Every other word out of your mouth is 'little fellow.' Tell me, what exactly about me is little?" Xiao Han curled his lips. With the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, he was not afraid of her plotting against him.
Whoosh!
Just as he reached the Flame Tiger's side, two green vines as thick as arms suddenly burst from the earth. They were incomparably fast, and before Xiao Han could react, they had already bound him.
"What are you doing?" Xiao Han shouted. He was just about to summon the Bone Spirit Cold Fire, but the other party truly seemed to bear no ill intent. The vines merely curled around his waist, yet the sensation felt strange to Xiao Han. If he closed his eyes, it felt as though a