"If it weren't for certain people, I could give you more, Dragon Girl. Please don't mind."
On the mountaintop, last year's snow had yet to melt, but new shoots were sprouting, sparse but particularly delightful.
With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Yuan sent out a white jade box. It opened with a snap, and inside, silver light shimmered, as if the box contained stardust, with astonishing Essence Qi rippling out.
They were the leaves of the Yin Mountain Sacred Tree!
If not for those two Heavenly People drawing the Essence Qi from the Yin Mountain Sacred Tree extensively, he could have offered more to thank the Dragon Girl.
After all, he owed her more than just a Jiao Long demon pill could repay.
And his Divine Treasure, damaged from the celestial battle, couldn't offer a better compensation either.
