Mo Qingyao looked at the bottle of pills on the table, practically drooling with desire. She was confident that with this bottle of pills to aid her, she would definitely reach the peak of the Ascension Secret Realm within ten years.
Though that might sound like a long time, in truth, spending ten or even several dozen years to advance a minor realm in the Ascension Secret Realm was perfectly normal.
That was the normal rate of progress for cultivators.
Someone like Lin Baichuan, whose cultivation advanced like flying, was clearly cheating. That was not normal.
Thus, for Mo Qingyao to reach the peak of the Ascension Secret Realm within ten years was already an incredibly terrifying speed.
"Young Master Lin, actually, I do not know much either."
Although Mo Qingyao desperately wanted them, she remained very measured and did not reach out to take that bottle of Pure Spirit Pills.
She was not a fool. How could she fail to understand Lin Baichuan's true intention in producing the pills?
He called them a gift upon meeting, but in truth, his real purpose was still the question from before.
If she did not say something, she might still be able to take the pills, but she would certainly offend Lin Baichuan. Mo Qingyao did not know Lin Baichuan particularly well, but she knew one thing: someone whom Mu Qingyun, the Holy Son of their Myriad Wood Holy Land, was willing to lower himself so much to befriend—
How could he possibly be an ordinary person?
What was more, over the past few days, after following Mu Qingyun and the others to Hangu Pass, she had heard some information about Lin Baichuan.
Though it was only fragmentary news, it was enough to reveal some things.
Offending Lin Baichuan for the sake