Mo Beixing stood before Yang Qing, her expression calm and her tone equally indifferent.
"So your purpose in coming here was also to obtain the Rootless Wood?"
Mo Beixing said, "The Rootless Wood is a sacred treasure of our Sacred Mountain. Naturally, it must be used by the Sacred Mountain. You are mere mortals, unfit to use such a thing."
"May I ask how much Rootless Wood there is on Immortal Island?" Yang Qing asked.
"Do you think Rootless Wood is cabbage grown on some farm? Asking how much there is! Only a single piece remains in this world."
Mo Beixing was clearly angered by Yang Qing's question.
Had she not needed to travel to Immortal Island with these people, she would never have had much to do with them.
People born in the mortal world were indeed unbearably vulgar.
Even Yang Qing, who was barely worth a second glance among them, was no better.
Hearing her utterly discourteous words, Bu Er stepped forward and stood in front of Yang Qing.
"Mo Beixing, how dare you speak to the young master like that? If he hadn't given the order back then, do you think you would still be standing here unscathed?"
Mo Beixing laughed, her laughter brimming with contempt. "Without me, you would never have found Immortal Island."
"Do you know why this place is called Immortal Island? Because it is no place for mortals to dwell. Being able to come here is already a heaven-sent blessing."
"And I was the one who brought you that blessing. The Rootless Wood is merely the gift you owe me in thanks."
Yang Qing motioned for Bu Er to move aside, then stepped forward himself. "If you take the Rootless Wood, how are we supposed to deal with the Fierce Beast? Who will