"I gave Jiang Zhiyou a low-grade Spirit Stone, and he secretly helped me cut it while Feng Yuzhe was resting," Lu Xingyan answered.
Lu Xingze: "..." Why is this guy as cheap labor as Lu Wumie?
"Stop frowning, Feng Yuzhe isn't far from us, are we going or not?" Seeing that Lu Xingze seemed in a bad mood standing to the side, Lu Xingyan leaned in and waved her hand in front of his line of sight.
Lu Xingze grabbed her wrist and stuffed a letter pouch into her hand.
He then immediately let go and took out his Immortal Sword, enlarging it to fly mid-air: "Lead the way."
"What's this?" Lu Xingyan pinched the letter pouch in her hand.
It felt light.
When she opened it and found a tied lock of jet-black hair inside, she was silent.
"Yours?" After climbing onto the rear seat of Lu Xingze's Immortal Sword, Lu Xingyan even pushed Lu Xingze forward to make her seat more spacious.