"Alright, we're rich again."
One of the accomplices rubbed his hands, grinning maliciously: "Those two chicks have fair, delicate skin. We can sell them in the Ghost Market for a good price."
"Stop talking and get to work."
A ruthless glint flashed in Li Ao's eyes, and his right hand emitted a burst of spiritual power, striking at Yu Ming's chest.
"So, this is your usual method of harming people!"
Yu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, a strong surge of spiritual power forming a spiritual shield in the palm of his hand and blocking him.
"How is that possible? You're actually conscious?"
Li Ao's face turned pale with fear, and he quickly retreated, attempting to escape from the cave.
Qing Yuan gathered green light at the tips of her right fingers, and with a gentle wave, the roots crawling in the cracks of the rocks seemingly came to life, moving quickly and tangling around his legs.