Jiang Yuetong frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a small white porcelain bottle from her spatial storage.

It's understandable that I feel sorry for him; after all, she let him down.

Consider it compensation.

Seeing that Jiang Yuetong had actually taken out the spiritual spring water, Yi Ci grabbed her arm in a moment of panic, "No!"

A chill instantly enveloped Jiang Yuetong, and Yi Ci quickly released his grip after realizing what was happening.

"A single drop of this spiritual spring water can only form on a snow-capped mountain peak every hundred years; it's incredibly rare! You almost lost your life trying to obtain it. If I hadn't arrived with my men in time, you..."

“Even without you, I could have left safely.” Jiang Yuetong’s gaze toward Yi Ci was utterly cold.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat oppressive.

Lu Jingliang walked over coughing, and as if he couldn't stand steadily, he reached out and grabbed Jiang Yuetong's arm. "Sisters, please don't do this. I don't want you to argue because of me, cough cough..."

Jiang Yuetong's gaze lingered on him for a while before shifting to the elite. She pursed her red lips and said, "Take this and give it to him."

"Yes!" The elite took the item with both hands and quickly helped Lü Jingliang away, secretly relieved.

This kid is really brave to let his owner help him up!

Jiang Yuetong glanced to the side, then looked away and was about to walk around in front of the underground palace when she was blocked.

"Such precious spiritual spring water, given away so easily, who is he to you?" Yi Ci tried to keep her tone calm, but there was still a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Get away!" Jiang Yuetong's eyes darkened.

Yi Ci met her gaze, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Not getting the answer he wanted, he reluctantly stepped aside in the end.

Not long after Jiang Yuetong left, she was stopped again. The old man looked somewhat familiar.

"You brat, we meet again!"

Upon hearing this voice, Jiang Yuetong raised an eyebrow slightly.

After emerging from the sealing formation, the old man looked like a disciple of the Holy Sword Sect.

Jiang Yuetong's gaze fell on the group of people behind him, but her eyes were quickly drawn to Song Yunqian, who was dressed in a white brocade robe and had a cool and noble temperament.

At this moment, Jiang Yuetong suddenly felt someone staring at her from behind, which made her feel very dangerous.

Looking back, the sense of danger had vanished.

Jiang Yuetong frowned, puzzled but didn't think much of it. After all, she had many enemies, and it was normal to occasionally encounter a few fearless people.

After withdrawing her gaze, Jiang Yuetong looked at the old man in front of her and smiled, "You've finally managed to get out, don't you want to take some good things back with you? What brings you here?"

The old man stroked his beard, looked at her with a kind smile, and said, "Of course, I want to share good things with you."

As he spoke, he took out a map from his pocket.

Jiang Yuetong glanced at him indifferently and slightly raised her chin, signaling him to continue.

"This is the place I've been searching for for two hundred years. If we can find it this time, considering your high spiritual power... oops, I mean, you're my friend's disciple, how about we split it 40/60?"

"How do you plan to find him?" Jiang Yuetong crossed her arms in front of her chest, looked at him, and sneered.

"Everyone is trapped here by the Blood Demon Spider and can barely protect themselves. I have no time for that right now."

Seeing that she disagreed, the old man opened his mouth as if to speak.

Jiang Yuetong turned and left.

She had only taken two steps when she suddenly stopped.

"There are so many people in the Holy Sword Sect, why don't you go to them and instead come to me? You must be getting senile."

"You..." The old man was instantly furious.