Jiang Xiaorou could not bear it anymore before pulling Yi Yun away. However, Yi Yun’s feet were rooted in the ground and was immovable. It was as if he had turned to stone from Zhao Tiezhu’s harsh words.
“I’m almost done absorbing…If I were to absorb anymore, Lian Chengyu will be suspicious.”
Yi Yun was unfazed by Zhao Tiezhu. He was treating his words as a mad dog’s barking. He was only concentrating on how much herbal essence he should absorb.