Chen Dengming accepted without immediate refusal, laughing as he responded, "Brother, I have nothing to offer that would make a worthy gift for Sister He."
He Yingyu looked at Chen Dengming for a moment, then pursed her lips in a smile, "I wasn't expecting you to have anything of value."
Having said this, she turned and left.
Chen Dengming felt somewhat embarrassed. He truly had nothing of value left.
Ever since refining his magic artifact, he had little more than a dozen medium-grade spirit stones. Buying decent gifts for other Foundation Establishment cultivators was also costly.
So recently, he had no choice but to reluctantly borrow fifty medium-grade spirit stones from Sister He as a loan for gift-giving and for laying arrays to cultivate.
It was rather humiliating for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to borrow fifty medium-grade spirit stones from Sister He. Even He Yingyu clearly knew he was penniless.
"Sister He's recent tone of conversation..."
