The one who spoke was a young man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, a sword at his waist, his hair tied in a ponytail, possessing a rather dashing air. Yi Qianmo glanced at him; from the side, he recognized him as a person as well. The young man didn't look at him, but instead squatted down, reaching for the immortal herb that Yi Qianmo desired. However, his speed was clearly no match for Yi Qianmo's; a moment before the young man's hand could reach him, Yi Qianmo had already seized the immortal herb. Dejected, Zi turned around, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes. He coldly said, "Are you deaf? I said I want this herb!" "There's always a first-come, first-served rule. I clearly saw this herb first, and I was the one who spoke first," Yi Qianmo said. "If you want it, you'll have to
