"Fellow Daoist, this Thousand Leaves Vegetation Spirit may be valuable, but it's only so to core cultivators. It's useless to you. Why don't you hand it over to the Xuan Yuan Family?" The Travelling Immortal Qing Lan suddenly had a friendly smile on his face. Stepping forward, he continued, "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist, I promise that I'll hand over any treasures that I find in this Immortal Pavilion so long as you hand me the Thousand Leaves Vegetation Spirit. I won't hold anything back."
Lonemoon's expression darkened. He had met thick-skinned people before, but he had never met anyone as thick-skinned as Qing Lan. No matter how nicely he tried to word it, Qing Lan ultimately wanted them to give up the Thousand Leaves Vegetation Spirit to him.
