"Wait, Wu Wudi, what exactly are you trying to do?"
"Stop! Stop right now! This is Black Tiger Mountain's Herb Garden, a vital place where countless spirit medicines are grown. Do you have any idea how much effort the Black Tiger Gang has put into it?"
"No, don't! Don't pull up my Blue Lotus! It's the spirit medicine I need to break through to the Divine Ability Realm, and it's almost mature! How can you be so cruel, stealing my spirit medicine?"
"You beast! Stop right now! These are Black Tiger Mountain's spirit medicines. You can't take them!"
"Oh, my god! It's all gone! There's nothing left—not a single spirit medicine! Decades of hard work by the Black Tiger Gang, all gone! We worked so hard just for someone else to reap the rewards. I want to die."
"You monster! You're even pulling up every last blade of grass! Wu Wudi, are you even human? Do you have any humanity? Are these bastards trying to leave our Herb Garden without a single blade of grass?"
The Black Tiger Gang members turned green with rage. They had thought that Xia Ping would leave after teaching the gang a lesson, but they hadn't expected the bastards to charge straight into Black Tiger Mountain's Herb Garden.
These guys were nothing but bandits, the kind who plucked every last feather from a passing goose.
The children were especially bad—little bandits, all of them. They gleefully yanked up spirit medicine after spirit medicine, stuffing their little backpacks until they were full and still not feeling satisfied. Some even had a plant clenched between their teeth.
In the end, they didn't even spare the weeds growing on the ground. They said the weeds might have absorbed a little spiritual energy and could be useful, so Ya