"Yi Chen," Fang Yuan said, his voice steady, "what do you mean by developing arable land? I've already examined this place. The soil around this place is completely barren, it is unfit for cultivation."
He did not loosen his hold on Hong Yiting.
Yi Chen inclined his head slightly, unbothered by the pressure in the air.
"First, allow me to assure you once again that I mean no harm," he said calmly. "As for the land… under normal circumstances, you are correct. It is definitely non-arable."
A faint smile touched his lips.
"But our clan happened to possess a method. With a certain item from my clan, I can transform this soil into fertile land. Enough to sustain crops for the next hundred years."
Hong Yiting, still close to Fang Yuan, spoke softly, almost under her breath.
"In return, their clan wants to establish a teleportation formation. One that connects to their sub-branch."
Fang Yuan's gaze flickered, then he released her, letting his arm fall to his side.
