As she spoke, Yang Chuxia was about to open the door.
At this time, another male voice came from the curtain behind, still with a light cough.
Immediately followed by a very pleasant voice, with a hint of laughter, "You, a young master, why bother joking with a little girl? Isn't it just the Drunken Heart Flower? I'll give you the one I have in the Capital City. You prepare what she needs, and trade a few broken leaves and flowers for a pearl, you really make a profit."
Hearing these words, Young Master Mu tugged at the corner of his mouth and said, "You better not go back on your word, or you can go deal with the ghosts at the gate and the black and white impermanence."
Then there was another burst of light laughter from behind the curtain.
Afterward, Young Master Mu walked up to Yang Chuxia and snorted coldly, "A little girl with a big temper, fine. It's just broken flowers and leaves. At this time tomorrow, bring the pearl to me, and I'll give you the Drunken Heart Flowers."
