Upon hearing Bian Chuyao's words, Gu Yuan burst into laughter.
"Without moving blade or sword, you think you can get my treasure with just a few words? Junior sister, you're the real tribulation cultivator!"
"Bah, bah! You're the tribulation cultivator!"
"I'm thinking of your well-being. The Dao-One Cyan Lotus seed demands extreme conditions to thrive, it can't survive without a place rich in spirit meridians. I've received a gift from my grandfather, with Kite Cloud Valley on Yunxuan Island as a foundation. There, this Cyan Lotus will surely flourish, and once successful, we can divide the seeds together!"
Bian Chuyao's face softened with a smile, seemingly regaining the noble family's dignity, she earnestly spoke to Gu Yuan.
Gu Yuan pondered slightly.
