"Beautiful lady, can't you help me? Help our Man Mountain, help our Beidou Sect. Saving a life is of more merit than building a seven-tiered pagoda, isn't it?" Lin Fei resorted to pleading, because he thought this beautiful lady might be easy to persuade, her weakness being quite apparent—shyness.
However, Lin Fei did not anticipate that this Immortal of Yandang Mountain, Yan Qiubo, although self-obsession was her weakness, she was still an immortal, and her strength definitely exceeded that of ordinary people by far. How could she be so easily persuaded by him?
Yan Qiubo rolled her eyes at Lin Fei and said, "Stop trying to persuade me. I don't believe in Buddha, nor do I care about whatever the old monk said about the seven-tiered pagoda. I don't know what that is, and I don't want to know. I just want to live a peaceful life now, so leave, and don't bother me anymore!"
"But as an immortal, don't you have any inclination towards helping others?" Lin Fei couldn't understand.
