"A Mortal Grade little flower, wrapped in colored paper, and you dared sell it to me for ten Spirit Stones? Who gave you the nerve?"
The ten-foot-tall Xiong Li stood before the little boy like an iron tower.
The sheer pressure made the little boy feel a little wet between his legs.
"At a glance, Senior and this female Senior are clearly a match made by Heaven and Earth."
"The feelings between you two Seniors run so deep, and I happen to have flowers here that represent love."
"To cultivate immortality is to cultivate fate. For Senior and me to meet here is fate." The little boy spoke while desperately holding back the urge to pee.
"What an interesting child." The stern expression on Xiong Li's face instantly softened.
Zhuang Ling covered her mouth beside him and laughed as well.
"Guess whether I'll buy it." The corner of Xiong Li's mouth curled up slightly.
"Senior should buy it. For Senior and me to meet here means fate has arrived." The little boy repeated the sales pitch the mission had taught him.
"Little fellow, let me teach you a lesson today. No matter which direction life takes, the road will never be smooth."
A gentle force controlled the little boy and sent him walking elsewhere.
"I don't think your flower is worth that much, so I'm not buying it." Xiong Li's voice rang beside the little boy's ear.
By evening, inside a dilapidated Small Courtyard in the city.
The little boy hugged several bunches of flowers, on the verge of tears.
"It's too hard. Cultivating immortality is really too hard!"
At that moment, a Light Screen appeared before the little boy.
"There are 10 Days remaining for Mission Two. If it is not completed by then, the host will lose this