[Zhu'er of Herb Hall and Murong Heshan's expressions changed drastically.]
[That voice drifted over like a breeze brushing through bamboo, yet the two of them had been utterly unaware that someone was so close.]
[Their divine senses swept out, but they found no one here.]
[There was only the rustling of bamboo leaves!]
[A pair of compound eyes gleaming purple-gold flickered uncertainly in the darkness, then gradually settled down.]
[Shang Fang's eyes, however, lit up. She knew she had bet right.]
[The manner in which Zhou Jing and Shen Qingxue had left during the day had long planted seeds of doubt in her heart.]
[More importantly, Shang Fang had long noticed that her fellow disciple Shen Qingxue was not as simple as she appeared. Her cultivation was far beyond the Body Shaping Late Stage, and she had clearly been hiding her true abilities.]
[And Zhou Jing, whom Shen Qingxue held in such high regard, naturally could not be as simple as he seemed either.]
[Especially after the two from Herb Hall had played off each other so smoothly today, she had become wary. She had remained here and followed the two of them.]
[Sure enough, she had uncovered their purpose—they had come for the Purple-Gold Heavenly Horn Ant larva.]
[The voice within the bamboo grove remained ethereal, as though it had merged with the night wind. Its owner never showed himself.]
["Leave. This is Little Green Peak, not a place for your Herb Hall to run wild."]
[Murong Heshan frowned deeply. Every disciple of Little Green Peak flashed through his mind, yet he could not recall any "Senior Brother Zhou."]
[Zhu'er sneered. Spiritual power surged beneath her fingertips, while a cold glint flashed in her eyes.]
["What arrogance! You think a mere sentence can make us give up such an