"Quite perceptive."
The moment Fang Yang spent the last of his battle merits, Sen Yue learned what he had done.
"Go. Raise the Fang Clan's ranking by one level."
He gave a soft chuckle and instructed the acolyte, Mingxin, to make a note of it.
He also made a mental note. 'I'll find a chance to compensate Fang Yang. He won't be left at a disadvantage.'
As long as Fang Yang could make Sen Hui happy, Sen Yue would naturally make Fang Yang even happier.
A moment later, Sen Yue flicked his Daoist robes and resumed refining the Purple Gold Hall.
Perhaps due to a secret order from Sen Yue, the Silver Flower Fire Tree seedling returned to the Changkong clan's territory at a terrifying speed. It reached Sen Hui's hands with a swiftness that put next-day delivery to shame.
'"The Silver Flower Fire Tree... a tree that resembles fireworks. Once it blooms, it creates an endless, dazzling display, a sight of breathtaking beauty..."'
