"I'm asking you, did they get anything from the tree?" The Asura Saint Son furrowed his brows and asked again.
Jiang Fan snapped back to reality and let out a chuckle: "Why should I tell you?"
"You'll have to guess."
You!
The Asura Saint Son's eyes were sharp, but then they softened, with a half-smiling, half-serious look:
"If they stole it, why bother to hide it? Telling me and causing me pain would fit right into your plans, wouldn't it?"
"If you refuse to say it, there's only one answer."
"The Boundary Master qualification remains!"
"Hahaha..."
The Asura Saint Son clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for informing me!"
"Finally, allow me to express my gratitude once more."
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had the chance to obtain the Boundary Master qualification that the Ancient Saint of Cloud Desolation guarded for a thousand years!"
"The day I achieve the position of Boundary Master, I will definitely be deeply grateful to you."
"Hahahaha!"
