Luo Han remained silent, quietly watching him for a long time.
He tapped lightly on the armrest of the rosewood chair, his expression thoughtful.
"Even if we're not friends, we're trustworthy partners," Luo Han said with a light smile. "If I asked you to choose between him and me, whom would you choose?"
Qi Ling replied without hesitation, "Naturally, I would choose Your Highness. You introduced me to the sect, taught me cultivation, and even helped me take revenge. To me, you are like a second set of parents.
How can Chu Yan compare to that?"
Luo Han nodded slightly, seemingly very satisfied with his answer.
"In that case, as a friend, deliver a gift to Chu Yan for me."
He lifted his hand, and a faint blue light flashed from the silver bell on his wrist.
Immediately after, a flawless white jade box appeared in the palm of Luo Han's hand.
Qi Ling had never seen such pure and translucent white jade before—he could even see a hint of red through the pristine white.
