The "Little" Shoot Thief

The bright moon hung high, bamboo shadows hazy.

"Damn it, one of my shoots is missing again! You were the closest to me—it had to be you!"

"You looking for trouble? I didn't steal them! You're not the only one who lost shoots, so why are you accusing me?!"

"It had to be you! Otherwise, how could it disappear for no reason?!"

"..."

Sounds of an argument drifted into Wei Luo's ears from afar, and before long, they turned into the dull thuds of fists meeting flesh.

Tonight was already his fourth night in the Blood Bamboo Grove.

On the second night, he had discovered that he was not the only one losing shoots. Quite a few people in the bamboo grove had suffered the same thing.

Perfectly good Blood Bamboo Shoots could be set on the ground, only to vanish mysteriously.

No one could say exactly when they disappeared.

Before long, some claimed that Blood Bamboo Shoots could not touch the ground. Others said there was a master thief about. Some even said the shoots caused hallucinations, making people think they had dug up more than they actually had, when in truth they had never lost anything at all...

Wei Luo found none of these explanations believable. If Blood Bamboo Shoots were that miraculous, they should have run away the moment they were dug up.

Still, most people leaned toward the theory that someone was stealing the shoots, and so fights had broken out constantly in the bamboo grove over the past two nights.

Some people even fished in troubled waters, deliberately provoking others so they could seize their bamboo shoots by force.

The first to bear the brunt of it were the Celestial Pivot Court disciples.

The Heavenly Profound Court territory happened to border the Celestial Pivot Court's,