Changtian's eyebrows lifted slightly: "Why?"
She flipped open her palm, where several tiny seeds lay in her palm, round and oval, a dull yellow-brown color. Changtian, with his acute senses, immediately detected a trace of Spiritual Energy contained within these unremarkable seeds.
"He gave us the seeds of the Spiritual Tea." Ning Xiaoxian said, "These are valuable items now, I owe him one, and we must find a way to repay him." Spiritual Tea had just come into the world, and these seeds, if released into the open, would be fought over by countless people, smashing their heads in the scramble; Wen Liangyu's favor was tremendous.
Changtian took the seeds and was silent for a long while before saying: "Let's play it by ear."
With that, he agreed, and Ning Xiaoxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
