Internal Chaos

Zhao Yun, who had just finished her meditation, finally turned to look at Ace.

"Master Xiao," she began, her tone carefully measured. "Would you be willing to sell Spirit Chickens to our sect?"

Ace leaned back slightly, a faint smile playing at his lips.

"And what exactly are you willing to offer?" His voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Gold? Surely not. You must realize by now that I have no use for such things."

Zhao Yun frowned, clearly deep in thought. Her brows knitted together as she tried to come up with a proper offer.

Ace watched her struggle, entertained by the rare sight. It was almost… cute.

"Zhao Yun." His voice broke her train of thought still she straightened, looking expectantly at him.

"I won't be selling any Spirit Chicken."

Her expression immediately fell.

Ace had to suppress a chuckle—she looked like a child who'd just had her favorite barbie doll taken away..