"Who are you?" asked the masked woman, her eyes filled with unusual wariness. Despite trying hard to maintain composure, a slight tremble in her voice betrayed her current fearful state.
Grunted, Fang Lin ignored her and directly headed toward the Black Jade Blood Spirit Flower.
Seeing Fang Lin about to pick the Black Jade Blood Spirit Flower, both the elegantly dressed young man and the masked woman showed signs of urgency, seemingly unwilling to see the flower seized away by Fang Lin so readily.
"My friend, this Black Jade Blood Spirit Flower is extremely important to me. Could you generously spare it?" The masked woman bit her lip lightly, knowing that combating Fang Lin was out of her league. Thus, she made such a request, with an undertone of pleas.
Fang Lin glanced at her and smirked. "Remove your veil, let me see your face. If you are good-looking, I will give you the Black Jade Blood Spirit Flower."
