Yan Zhi took off his spatial ring and placed it on the jade table, saying awkwardly, "Young friend, I have four thousand five hundred high-grade spirit stones here, as well as some refining materials, including some precious materials such as purple gold sand, thunderous stone, and black iron inkstone."
He paused here, looked up at Mu Qing, and saw that he was listening attentively with a gentle expression and a smile on his lips. Then he continued, "The things in my spatial ring are probably worth nine thousand high-grade spirit stones."
“I am a fifth-grade array master, and I can barely set up a few sixth-grade arrays. I am willing to follow you and do my best for you.”
"Young friend, would you be so kind as to part with this Soul-Gathering Pill? I..."
Yan Rumeng's gentle voice rang out, tinged with a hint of helplessness: "Father!"
Yan Zhi turned around nervously and asked worriedly, "Meng'er, why are you here?"
Yan Rumeng smiled and said, "I was worried about Father, so I came to check on him."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhi felt both gratified and guilty. He quickly got up and helped Yan Rumeng to sit on the jade chair.
Ao Bupa lent a helping hand from the side.
Yan Rumeng turned back to Ao Bupa and nodded gently, saying softly, "Thank you!"
Looking at the pale-faced, thin woman beside him, Ao Bupa inexplicably thought of Aunt Liu.
The woman in front of me looked exactly like Aunt Liu, not in terms of appearance, but the two women had absolutely no resemblance.
What the woman had in common with Aunt Liu was her overall demeanor.
And the faint scent of herbs emanating from her body.
Ao Bupa's eyes reddened slightly, and her heart ached.
The woman appeared pale, covered her mouth, and coughed lightly, looking unwell.
He couldn't help but reach out and gently pat her back.
Realizing that his actions were somewhat abrupt, he quickly withdrew his hand, looking flustered, and said, "Sorry."
Seeing the concern and sincerity in his eyes, without a trace of frivolity, Yan Rumeng smiled gently. She shook her head slightly and said with a soft smile, "It's alright."
He paused, then added, "Thank you."
Ao Bupa's eyes reddened even more. Her understanding and gentle demeanor was just like Aunt Liu's.
Mu Qing circulated wood energy and channeled it into Yan Rumeng's body.
After Yan Rumeng calmed down, she looked up at Mu Qing.
When they met the other person's gentle, smiling eyes, they were momentarily stunned.
She hadn't encountered such a gentle monk in a long time.
Or rather, it's not that they haven't encountered gentle monks.
However, their gentleness was different from the gentleness that Mu Qing exuded.
The gentleness emanating from Mu Qing made Yan Rumeng feel as vast as the earth.
His gentleness was more than just tenderness; she couldn't quite describe it. It felt like the universe, encompassing all things.
Yan Rumeng was momentarily stunned.
Mu Qing spoke first, "I think I already know why you've come."
After speaking, with a slight movement of his fingertips, the auction box containing the Soul-Gathering Pill, which had just been auctioned off, was pushed in front of Yan Zhi and Yan Rumeng by spiritual power.
Mu Qing smiled and said, "Consider this Soul Condensing Pill as a sale to you; its market price is three thousand high-grade spirit stones."
"You can just pay three thousand high-grade spirit stones."
Upon hearing this, Yan Zhi was so excited that he became incoherent, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, thank you, fellow Daoist."
"Fellow Daoist is willing to give us the Soul Condensation Pill, which is already a great kindness."
"How can we let you spend your own spirit stones?"
"I'll pawn everything in my spatial ring to you, fellow Daoist."
“I am willing to follow you, my fellow Daoist, and serve you at your behest.”
Mu Qing smiled and shook her head gently, saying, "There's no need for that."
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