Wang Xiu put on a pitiful act, speaking as if it were the truth. He had been adept at saying the right thing to the right person since he was a child.
"Senior Sister, look, I even brought you a gift!" Wang Xiu produced a flower as if by magic. It was enchanting and alluring, shrouded in rosy mist and fluttering in the wind. Brimming with robust Spiritual Energy, it sparkled brilliantly and was exceedingly beautiful.
This was a spiritual herb of exceptionally fine quality.
Most importantly, it was visually stunning.
Few women in the world could resist it.
"Giggle... At least you have a bit of a conscience!" Xiao Qingyu chided fondly as she accepted the flower. Regardless of whether Wang Xiu's words were true, she adored hearing them, and that was enough.
The two made their way to the pavilion's upper floor, standing by the window and looking down at the bustling scene below.
