Breeze Pavilion.
The teenager stepped out with a gentle gaze.
At the entrance.
The people who had taken things looked a little embarrassed. They quietly hid the items away and coughed once, pretending as if nothing had happened.
"Those herbs…"
The teenager swept his gaze across them and then said calmly, "I suggest that everyone give up on them."
Shush!
Everyone's expression changed slightly.
Give up?
What does he mean?!
Some people were already wielding their weapons quietly.
I don't care whether you're from ancient or modern times. I'll fight you either way. Telling us to give up on the benefit which is already in our hands? Impossible!
"Why?"
Someone's face even had traces of blood.
They were from his earlier fight for a stalk of the millennium precious herb. Although he was injured, it was worth it.