"No matter how precious it is, it's not worth more than my life!"
Qu Luming grumbled, bending over and bringing his face closer, tapping the black flower beside his ear with his finger, and shouted, "Isn't this mess on my back because of you? Now I've finally found a solution, shouldn't you contribute an array?"
Perhaps his movements were too large and pulled at it, or perhaps sensing Du Li's cautious aura, the black flower gently swayed, as if it could drill out from under the skin at any moment.
Du Li slowly put down the pen, leaned closer, squinted slightly as he examined it carefully for a while, and sighed, "You really have rotten luck, how did you just happen to encounter her. So many years with no news, I thought Yuan Man had long perished and disappeared like ash, but worthy of a cultivator with the top-grade dual spirit roots of earth and wood, truly resilient."
Qu Luming: ...
