The sight caught Zeng Mu completely off guard. He nearly burst into a string of curses.
How could he possibly have imagined that a medicinal herb with legs would run away?
"This isn't some fairy-tale world! Is that Earth Spirit Essence a close relative of ginseng? It has cat paws shaped like mangosteens, and it vanished in a flash. Damn it." Zeng Mu kept muttering as he chased it, his words fueling his pursuit.
Driven by a desire for revenge after being made a fool of, Zeng Mu raced faster and faster. He soon overtook Qidunston, who was about to use his Wind Elemental Artifact to speed himself up. In Zeng Mu's eyes, what had escaped was not a medicinal herb, but a future pillar of the Holy Temple.
"Don't worry, I'll catch it right away!" he called to Qidunston and Yenaier, who was barely keeping up behind him.
There was no way he would let a medicinal herb toy with him. The fleeing Earth Spirit Essence had stirred his competitive spirit, and his pride was at stake too.
If I can't even catch one strange herb, what right do I have to call myself a Viscount or an Elementalist? he thought.
Zeng Mu used neither his elemental power nor the Wind Elemental Artifact he had not touched in ages. He intended to catch the Earth Spirit Essence on his own two feet. He refused to believe it could outrun him.
Sure enough, after two minutes of following its presence as it skimmed along the ground, Zeng Mu finally spotted the fleeing Earth Spirit Essence near the edge of the thorn thicket once again. Only seven or eight meters separated them, and the gap was rapidly closing.
For the next six months, he never forgot what the fleeing Earth Spirit