After all, this is the Sword Casting Valley shrouded in ghostly fog for ten thousand years.
The existences in its deepest reaches are very likely observing this place in secret now.
The current situation on the field isn't really suitable for continuing a head-on clash.
It would be better to think this over in the long run...
As thoughts flashed through his mind, Luo Zhiyuan glanced at Xu Yuan's eyes that sparkled with a pink glow and suddenly made a loud proposal:
"Kid, how about we make a deal?"
Xu Yuan, observing the elder's expression, pondered briefly and directly responded through a soul transmission:
"Do you want the Enchantress Divine Tree Seed?"
"You're quite smart..."
"Impossible." Xu Yuan flatly refused.
"What Luo means is to exchange other treasures with you," Luo Zhiyuan continued unperturbed, finishing his sentence.
There, Old Man Luo's ancestor.
Hearing the surname Luo, Xu Yuan couldn't help but feel a trace of peculiarity, but he still shook his head:
