Gu Tianzun whispered.
"Those..." His voice became louder.
"Those are exactly what I want!" His eyes turned red.
"Give them to me!"
The pressure of a Divine Tribulation Realm expert leaked from his body. The heavens trembled. The earth shook. Many cultivators turned pale. Yet Su Wanwan remained completely unaffected.
She simply looked down at the pen and paper. Then she remembered something. The day Lin Feng had given them to her. She remembered proudly showing her drawings.
She remembered Lin Feng praising her. She remembered how happy she had felt. A warm smile appeared on her face. Then she hugged the pen and paper tightly against her chest.
The smile on Gu Tianzun's face froze. Su Wanwan shook her head.
Once. Twice. Three times.
"Wanwan is sorry." Her voice was soft. But her answer was firm.
"Wanwan can't give them to you."
Gu Tianzun's expression darkened.
"What?"
"They are gifts from Mentor Lin Feng." Su Wanwan spoke with complete sincerity.
