"Pick them yourselves? Why did you immobilize me?"
The middle-aged man had somewhat realized what the two intended to do, yet the insane notion still left him too stunned to believe it.
For any major power, spiritual plants and precious medicines were immensely important cultivation resources, the most heavily guarded of forbidden grounds. Causing trouble in a place like this was simply courting death.
Moreover, Spirit Medicine Valley was not merely clan property; it also contained the private estates of many important figures. Forget a follower at the Holy Son's side—even the Holy Son himself would be severely punished for acting recklessly here.
"Hehe, we were afraid you'd regret it later." Hui Miqiu spoke with a sleazy grin. Qin He had already begun to act, and its mood was like that of a lecherous thief about to lift a maiden's pomegranate skirt—excited and terrified all at once.
The middle-aged man still clung to a shred of hope. "Wasn't it just picking some Brocade Jade Gel? I personally brought you in. Why would I regret it?"
"Brocade Jade Gel?!" Qin He feigned confusion and looked at Hui Miqiu. "Did I ever say we were picking Brocade Jade Gel?"
"No, I swear I never heard that." Hui Miqiu shook its head in perfect cooperation. "What I did hear loud and clear was him saying we could pick whatever we wanted. That was exactly what he said."
"Black Nest... you outrageous scoundrels! At the entrance, you were clearly the one who said the Holy Son had been injured in a sneak attack, that the matter was urgent, and that you desperately needed Brocade Jade Gel..."
"Not listening, not listening, not listening—I'm not listening, hah!"
The middle-aged man still wanted to explain, but Qin He tapped a finger beneath his jaw. At once, he