Assimilate

"What do you want?" Zhu Wenqian snorted coldly as she glanced at Yang Wei.

He could be seen panting heavily as he was chasing after Zhu Wenqian.

'Just how the heck did she walk that quickly?' Yang Wei cried inwardly.

He could barely catch up to her while activating his movement technique.

Thus, he wondered if she was truly a sick patient or pretending to be one.

Yang Wei took a few deep breaths before staring at Zhu Wenqian.

"You can stop jestering me already." He said.

Zhu Wenqian shrugged her shoulders and showed a confused expression.

"Jestering? What's that? I don't even know what you want from me." Zhu Wenqian said.

"..."

Seeing how the situation wasn't in his favor, Yang Wei decided to go through his storage ring for a few moments.

Afterward, he took out 3 mature Dragon Soul Grass as he waved it around.

"Well, then I guess these mature Dragon Soul Grass is useless as well." Yang Wei smirked evilly.