From the moment the stranger appeared, his eyes had been fixed on the Immortal Ziying Plant in Miss Jun’s hand.
He could have easily just taken the Immortal Ziying Plant, and not cared about whether she lived or died.
But he had still saved her, and engaged over the semantics of thievery.
Someone who was so forcefully overbearing definitely would not try to reason.
Miss Jun was silent.
"If it isn't because you need it to cure someone, if it's for money, I can buy this medicinal herb from you," she said, looking at him. "How much do you want?"
The man chuckled out loud.
"Young lady"—he poked the tip of her nose—"not everything in this world can be measured by money."
He straightened up and put the hatchet back on his waist. He tightened his grass rope, then rubbed his nose before walking away.
