The reply was from an unknown cultivator. His voice seemed a little coarse and heavy as he continued.
"By your logic, I saw you first when your attention was on the herb. You belong to me now, right?"
The disciple of the Mountain Sword Sect gritted his teeth.
"You devilish cultivators don't have even an ounce of shame, do you?"
"What's the point of having shame? Would it help me cultivate better? Forget about me, you righteous cultivators are far more shameless than us.
At least we attack openly unlike you bastards. If I were weaker than you, then you wouldn't be saying all these things, and I might have died already.
So stop preaching and let's see who has the right to take this herb."
Jiang Hao listened to them and looked towards the small pond. There was a single lotus inside it. The way water swirled around it proved that it was a pure water-type spirit herb. It was a late-stage Soul Sea Realm spirit herb—no wonder they didn't want to give up on it.
