Xiao Yu and the others eagerly ran over, picked all of the Ice Spirit Grass, and put it away safely.
Xiao Yu smiled brightly: "Not bad, not bad. To have such a harvest just upon setting foot on the island, we are bound to come home with a bountiful haul this time."
"Woo——"
"Chirp——"
Suddenly, a cacophony of sounds came from all directions. In an instant, a large crowd of various Yao Race characters surged forth, rapidly enclosing the area, numbering nearly a thousand. Each of them was extravagantly adorned, some not even bothering to disguise their appearances in human form. They were flamboyant, each gazing greedily at Tangyu and his companions amongst the Human Clan, seen as nothing more than delicious prey, as the Yao Race mostly enjoyed human flesh.
