The Delicate Silk Immortal made a snorting sound and said, “You really don’t want my pill?”

Huo Yuhao smiled and replied, “If I need it in the future, I’ll ask for it. Thanks, You You.”

The Delicate Silk Immortal groaned, “Then you should get going. I don’t think you can stay any longer either.”

She was right. He had been gone from Shrek Academy for a week. Although he knew that nothing would happen to Wang Dong’er’s internal injury, he was still very anxious. In order to be more prepared to obtain the Yearning Heartbroken Grass, he had to make sufficient preparations. He couldn’t be distracted at all. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a second chance if he failed! This was what he was afraid of.

A dim light flashed, and Huo Yuhao revealed a focused gleam in his eyes. He clasped his hands in front of his chest. Every time the light in his eyes flashed, the air would distort slightly.

He didn’t...