Facing Yang Jing's astonished gaze, Sun Ningxiang smiled, her eyes curving into lovely crescents. Her voice was gentle, yet carried a hint of insistence. "They're for you."
Yang Jing's heart jolted at her words. He hurriedly plugged the stopper back in and offered the little porcelain bottle to Sun Ningxiang, his expression solemn. "Senior Sister, this is far too valuable. A single Marrow Tempering Pill sells for over fifteen thousand taels. Six of them are worth ninety thousand taels of silver. I can't accept them."
Sun Ningxiang's delicate brows knitted slightly as she looked at the bottle he held out.
Rather than take it, she extended her slender, pale fingers and gently pushed his hand back. "You know my situation, Junior Brother," she said earnestly. "With the experience from my previous breakthrough attempt, I'm confident I can break through to transforming strength now. I don't need Marrow Tempering Pills to help me. But I'm still a long way from reaching the Qi-Devouring Realm, so these pills are of no use to me right now."
Yang Jing still shook his head. The porcelain bottle felt heavy in his palm-not merely with the weight of the pills, but with the weight of her kindness. These six Marrow Tempering Pills were too precious. He would feel guilty accepting them for nothing.
Seeing this, Sun Ningxiang continued, "Don't overthink it. Father sent these six Marrow Tempering Pills from Yuhe County. In his letter, he said he knew we both needed resources to cultivate in the Profound Truth Sect, so he'd prepared these six pills especially for us. I don't need them right now, so you should use them first. When I need them later, I'll ask you to pay me back."
At that, Yang Jing finally began to waver.
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