"A common little flower, you dare to sell it to me for ten Spirit Stones just because you've wrapped it up in colored paper. Who gave you the nerve?"
The towering Xiong Li stood before the little boy like an Iron Tower.
The oppressive presence made the little boy feel a bit damp in his pants.
"Just one look at the two of you seniors tells me you're a match made in heaven."
"Two seniors with such deep affection, and I just so happen to have a flower that represents love at hand."
"Cultivation is all about relationship-building, meeting seniors here is fate," said the little boy as he desperately suppressed his bladder.
"Interesting kid," Xiong Li's stern face loosened a bit.
Zhuang Ling also chuckled from the side.
"Do you think I will buy it?" asked Xiong Li, smirking slightly.
"Senior, you probably will. Our meeting here is fate," the little boy parroted the persuasive speech he had learned for the task.
