Xie Jiuniang's gaze lingered on the sprig of Cleansing Spiritual Grass, which had only just sprouted two or three tender buds. How long would it take for it to fully grow?
"This is a seedling, but isn't it a bit too young?"
"Ahem—"
Mo Chuan almost let out a laugh, "Then do you still want to trade for it?"
"Trade! Of course, I want to trade. This is just an addition, right?" Xie Jiuniang took out a Mysterious Ice Fig, "One nine-turn life-renewing elixir, plus this little seedling, in exchange for one fig."
"Then I would be at a loss."
"Actually, there is a second method."
"Speak."
"This little seedling, plus the Creation Pill Recipe."
"Yuanxi, you're making me feel like you're quite insincere." Mo Chuan now truly felt she was overstepping.
Xie Jiuniang's face remained calmly detached, "I can give you another one, how about that for sincerity?"
"Do you have any other demands? Just list them all at once?"
Mo Chuan always felt she would be never-ending.
