"Fellow Daoist! This was my fault!"
The Sword Cultivator did not dare offend Li Ye. After carefully sheathing his bamboo sword, he hurriedly clasped his hands in apology and took out a pile of Spirit Stones from his Storage Pouch.
His sincere tone eased the anger in Li Ye's heart somewhat.
"These are five hundred Spirit Stones. Please accept them, Fellow Daoist!"
Five hundred?
Just casting a spell once could earn him Spirit Stones? That actually seemed pretty good.
And with these five hundred Spirit Stones added in...
Li Ye instantly felt that there was not much of a problem after all. It was only a strand of hair—losing a little hair in exchange for five hundred Spirit Stones was truly not bad.
He waved his hand, examined it carefully, and properly put away his hair, along with the Spirit Stones.
Only then did he say, "It is fortunate that I was not injured. Fellow Daoist, you should still hone your skills properly."
Whether intentional or not, he could not leave his hair behind here.
"Fellow Daoist speaks truly." The Sword Cultivator nodded and introduced himself. "I am Wei Qingye."
"May I ask Fellow Daoist's honored name? I fear I may have matters requiring your help in the future, so I may know where to find you."
"Li Ye."
Considering that he had accepted the other man's five hundred Spirit Stones after all, Li Ye hesitated before saying, "That spirit plant seems very resistant to you. Fellow Daoist Wei should be more careful."
Wei Qingye was quite easygoing. "With Fellow Daoist Li's help this time, there probably will not be any problems for two months.
"Two months from now, I will come seek you again. At that time, I will bring Fellow Daoist several spirit plants unique to the Southern