"For Big Shit, just give him a Wild Chrysanthemum. May chrysanthemums bloom all over his backside!"
"As for Yan... give him a chrysanthemum too. He and Big Shit make quite a pair..."
Once Chen Jue finished allocating the immortal herbs, he went back to pulling them out.
Yet he kept feeling a fixed, unblinking gaze on him.
He paid it no mind. After all, nothing mattered more right now than gathering immortal herbs.
"Hurry up. Time's running out. If I don't get them now, he'll be back!"
Chen Jue muttered under his breath, his hands moving faster and faster, as though racing against time, afraid someone else would snatch the immortal herbs away.
Just as he pulled up another immortal herb, a light breeze swept past, bringing a trace of chill.
Chen Jue instantly went on alert. He stopped what he was doing and swiftly tucked the immortal herb into the Wonder Pouch.
"What are you doing, brat?"
An icy, stern voice sounded behind him. It was Dugu Bo.
He shot Chen Jue an angry glare, then hurled the clothes in his hands at him.
The clothes traced a graceful arc through the air before landing at Chen Jue's feet.
Chen Jue could not help letting out a bemused laugh.
This old fellow really is burning with impatience!
He came back so quickly, terrified I'd take one more precious immortal herb.
"What are you standing around for? Get dressed!"
The Poison Douluo urged Chen Jue on, his voice carrying a stern edge.
Chen Jue quickly snapped out of his thoughts and hurriedly put on the clothes.
"You've defiled my granddaughter's eyes. What do you intend to do about it?"
Dugu Bo stared coldly at Chen Jue, a sharp glint in his eyes.
"Wait... she saw every inch of me. I'm