"Don't touch it with your hands!"
With the early lesson from Zhao Yang, Zhao Ling learned his lesson, and he reached out to his Waist Storage to grab a small shovel about two feet long, which materialized in his hand.
It seems Zhao Ling was well-prepared. Though the small shovel looked ordinary, it was in fact a spiritual rank weapon, perfect for harvesting Illusionary Yin Grass.
Swoosh!
Clang!
However, as Zhao Ling raised the shovel to reach for the Illusionary Yin Grass, a fierce wind-breaking sound echoed in the dim space.
Immediately followed by a loud noise, the gifted Zhao Family member's right hand shook, and the small shovel was nearly flung aside, barely held onto!
"Damn it! Someone's here!"
Sensing the violent shock in his arm, Zhao Ling's expression turned extremely grim, for he knew the only person capable of such a strike at this moment would be another genius entering the Xuanyin Cave, whose strength would be no less than his own.
