"You say you have the elixir recipe?" Zhang Yuwen looked at Yao Qinxue with suspicion. "How did you get it?"
"I know, cousin doesn't believe me, so I specially brought these." Yao Qinxue took out the items she acquired from the cultivator that day.
Looking at the twin swords, Zhang Yuwen's pupils suddenly contracted. He had seen these twin swords before, on the day the State Preceptor died. One of the weapons was precisely these twin swords, exactly the same. Could it be that the person had already met with an accident? Was the elixir recipe truly in Yao Qinxue's hands?
"Why are you telling me this?" Zhang Yuwen asked after a moment of silence.
"Cousin is a cultivator, but our cousin is a mortal. Doesn't cousin want to live forever with our cousin?" Yao Qinxue countered.
Zhang Yuwen stared into her eyes. "What is your aim?"
