Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

away the sound-returning jade pendant, palms up flat, and the green wood energy in his palm condensed, forming a faint image of a small blade of grass.The little grass waited for a while, then bowed i...already became very docile.To many, this battle was a foregone conclusion. They were just along for the ride, reaping the rewards without putting in any effort. If they were to be cast aside now, ther...