Han Li turned towards Yuan Yao and leisurely said, "So that's why there was a spirit spring placed here. It was to nourish the tree. I do desire the Myriad Year Spirit Milk, but the Soul Nourishing Tree is also quite interesting."
Upon hearing that, Yuan Yao's expression instantly became ice-cold.
"Relax. Having so many years of rich nourishment, the tree can't be small. And I only want a portion of its roots. I won't fight over the trunk, the most important part of the tree."
Yuan Yao's expression softened, but her eyes contained a trace of doubt, "You only want the roots?"
Han Li said with a blank expression, "Naturally, I also want the Myriad Year Spirit Milk that you offered to me earlier as well."
Yuan Yao's eyes slightly shifted as she made her own conclusions about Han Li's intentions. She sweetly chuckled, "Hehe! Brother Han is quite shrewd. The Soul Nourishing Tree's roots will certainly fetch a high price from many sects. Regardless, I will agree to those terms."
