Lěng Yè walked down the street, the Soul-Replenishing Ganoderma in his hand exuding an alluring fragrance. This rich, spiritual herb scent drew the gaze of many passersby. Lěng Yè could still hear Lěng Fú's furious voice, as if the man were shouting right in his ear. Lěng Fú could not bear Lěng Yè slowly destroying the Ganoderma, a torment that always made him feel that the next moment might bring a chance to salvage everything.
"Lěng Yè! You bastard, stop! Have you lost your mind?!" Lěng Fú's voice echoed in Lěng Yè's ear.
Lěng Yè tilted his head slightly, as though he had pinpointed the source of the sound. Frowning, he looked around, finally locking his gaze on a massive willow tree not far away, its branches swaying in the wind and rustling softly. Lěng Yè looked up; Lěng Fú's voice was coming from the tree—perhaps he was hiding among the canopy.
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