"There's treasure in the Spiritual Spring? Wan Xuegui, how much do you really know?"
Fang Qingxue was stunned, her beautiful eyes fixed on 'Wan Xuegui's' face as she spoke in a sweet, pleasant voice.
In that glance, she suddenly noticed that 'Wan Xuegui's' eyes seemed exceptionally sharp.
Fang Qingxue's heart tightened, and a strange sense of danger rose within her.
"Of course there is, and quite a bit of it. But what's our relationship? You're not my, Wan Xuegui's, Daoist companion, so why should I tell you?"
Ye Tianling chuckled darkly, but his eyes carefully glanced behind Fang Qingxue. Then, his gaze sharpened.
An unhappy look crossed Fang Qingxue's face. She had thought that with her unparalleled beauty and sweet tone, Wan Xuegui would surely flock to her and answer any question she asked.
But to her surprise, 'Wan Xuegui' acted as if she wasn't even there.
