'My ancestor came here before? And left behind a spear shaft without a head?'
She touched her Dantian, soothing the restless spearhead within, and slowly shook her head.
"I don't have a soul to trade with you."
'There was no way she would trade her own soul.'
"What a pity."
Jianmu sighed softly. A branch quietly emerged from the void, extending to a spot before Zhou Ruxuan.
The branch unfurled before her, revealing a piece of withered wood.
"This is Soul Nourishing Wood. Consider it a gift for our first meeting. It can store souls. If you kill people in the future, remember to capture their souls and come back here to trade with me."
?
Zhou Ruxuan narrowed her eyes, contemplating the withered wood before her for a moment before reaching out to take it.
"Then, thank you."
"Senior Jianmu," Ming Nianwei said, her eyes flashing as she spoke.
"Having gained sentience within this Divine Mansion, I imagine you know very little about the true Cultivation Realm."
