"Xiaoyue, what's the matter? You look so absent-minded?"
Upon seeing Qian Xiaoyue enter the backyard, the woman was the first to speak.
"Sister Xinyue."
Qian Xiaoyue awoke from her thoughts and quickly said, "Didn't I mention to you last time, about my friend who planted a batch of Spirit Gathering Grass?
This time he came over, saying that the Spirit Gathering Grass has matured, and asked if our Shuiyun Pavilion still wants to purchase it..."
"Of course we need it.
Have him bring it over. Our Shuiyun Pavilion is willing to purchase at thirty Broken Spirits per Lower-Grade Spirit Stone... wait, I'd better go myself.
Just as well, I'm curious to see the Spirit Farmer boy whom Xiaoyue keeps mentioning, and learn about his background."
As she spoke, the woman's hands moved with a technique, and that Flying Sword quickly spun around, then slid into her sleeve and soon disappeared.
"Sister~!"
Qian Xiaoyue stomped her foot bashfully.
