Murong Qingxian glanced at the two of them and said, "It doesn't matter if you gained nothing. It only means you weren't fated to receive it."
"You still have a long road ahead. Don't let this setback sway you."
Murong Qingyu and Murong Qingcheng took a deep breath. "We understand."
But the unwillingness on their faces was plain to see.
They knew how rare the Holy Spirit Tree's leaves were, and what an opportunity they represented.
Yet they had missed that opportunity, and with it, a chance to rise higher.
For them, the loss was enormous.
Chen Wen took it all in. After a moment's thought, he brought out a leaf.
Then he held two fingers like a sword and cut the leaf in half.
"Take these."
With a flick of his finger, Chen Wen sent the two halves toward Murong Qingcheng and Murong Qingyu.
Giving each of them a whole leaf would have been no hardship for him.
But he couldn't do that. It would draw too much attention.
Even a genius like Murong Qingxian had obtained only one leaf.
What would people think if Chen Wen produced two at once?
Would it make them wonder? Would it make him a target?
As before, he refused to stake his safety on the goodness of human nature.
If Murong Qingcheng and Murong Qingyu hadn't helped him, he wouldn't have offered even one leaf.
This...
Murong Qingcheng and Murong Qingyu's expressions changed drastically. They stared at what lay before them in shock.
Neither of them had expected Chen Wen to give them half a leaf.
They knew what even half a leaf was worth.
Murong Qingxian, too, stared at Chen Wen in shock.
He had suspected Chen Wen might have more than one leaf.
But being willing to give one away