"Speak directly if you have something to say." Xin Ziruo showed a vigilant expression, and the trace of gentleness deep in her eyes vanished immediately, replaced by alertness.
"I want a wisp of immortal energy."
Mo Lin said slowly to Xin Ziruo, "I know that immortal Qi is very precious to you. I can give you something equivalent in exchange."
"Immortal Qi? That thing is useless to you."
Xin Ziruo replied bluntly.
Mo Lin is just an ordinary person. Even if he cultivates as a Red Dust Immortal, he is merely a Red Dust Immortal.
Her wisp of immortal Qi has no effect on Mo Lin whatsoever.
Giving Mo Lin a wisp of immortal Qi is like farting in the palm of his hand.
Other than smelling it, there's no effect whatsoever.
"It might not be useful to others, but it's useful to me." Mo Lin seriously replied to Xin Ziruo.
"How does it help you?" Xin Ziruo had to clarify why Mo Lin wanted a wisp of immortal Qi.
