Luo Yi pointed at Cheng Shiyuan for a long while, so furious that he could not utter a single word.
In the end, he waved his hand bitterly.
"Forget it! I can get into the Sorrow Spring anyway!"
Cheng Shiyuan was also curious and asked the question she had long wanted to ask. "Then why haven't you entered the Sorrow Spring yet?"
Never mind how long Luo Yi had been at the Sorrow Spring before—just today alone, neither she nor Lin Qi had restricted Luo Yi's movements.
If Luo Yi wanted to leave, he could have done so at any time, yet he had stubbornly refused to go.
Not only had he not left, he had followed closely behind her and Lin Qi, step for step.
If this man had not been so lacking in brains, Cheng Shiyuan would have raised her weapon long ago.
After listening for a while, Lin Qi suddenly said, "He's helping someone break through the Sorrow Spring."
Naturally, he meant the person who had snatched the broken flute.
As for whom Luo Yi was helping, everyone wore faintly puzzled expressions.
But their confusion was quickly answered.
The flute's melody spread across a radius of ten miles. Cultivators who had been waiting for news or nursing their wounds discovered that the Sorrow Spring's restrictions had weakened, and they charged inside without another word.
The once quiet and peaceful Sorrow Spring instantly became bustling because of that single tune.
By the time Lin Qi, Cheng Shiyuan, and the others arrived, even the dozen or so cultivators who had been healing alongside Fu Shennong had entered the Sorrow Spring.
Lin Qi could not help sighing. "The allure of a Ninth-grade Divine Herb really is tremendous!"
Wenge's expression remained cold as he sneered. "These people are seeking their own