'Could it be that Chen Sheng really isn't interested in the Dust-Settling Flower?'
Deep within the Ghost Cry Forest, Daoist Fuhai sat cross-legged at the heart of an Array, his brows tightly furrowed and his expression grim.
He had been certain that using the Dust-Settling Flower as bait would be enough to lure Chen Sheng in.
After all, it was a supreme natural treasure that aided in Core Formation. Throughout the entire Cultivation Realm, it was an item so rare you could only stumble upon it by chance, never find it by seeking.
Even the great powers with ancient legacies would treat it as a priceless treasure, not one to be easily shown to others.
Who could resist such an opportunity served up on a silver platter?
But reality had turned out to be the complete opposite of what he had expected.
