Zheng Zetian politely smiled and said,
"Then this young man will gratefully accept, but as people of Xuanmen, we cannot accept kindness without reason; favors and grievances must be accounted for clearly. Fairy, please do not blame me for being presumptuous. I wonder if there is anything I can assist you with for such a generous treat?"
Seeing him get straight to the point, Yin Qinglan did not beat around the bush either and nodded with a sigh,
"To be honest, twenty years ago, I accompanied fellow Xuanmen cultivators to assist in the battle at Taiyi Mountain against the Demon Sect. I received a palm strike from a Demon Sect guardian. The evil energy damaged my lungs and invaded my marrow. I must practice cultivation and take medicine every night to barely suppress the progression of the demonic transformation; it's unbearable, and now I'm reaching my limit.
