"Hehe, Young Friend Xia, do you think I, Yuan Jinghong, would go back on my word?" Yuan Jinghong seemed to think I was being too miserly, but after gripping the wet Ghost Stone covered in my saliva, he was still quite pleased. It was practically like obtaining the Six Paths Divine Sword. After all, setting up a grand formation and having Fan Tiansheng come charging in was completely different from going to Fan Tiansheng's home turf to find him!
So after only a moment's hesitation, he took out something that looked like an immortal vine and tossed it to me. "Fan Tiansheng isn't an ordinary Sword Immortal. For the safety of Tianan, I can't guarantee whether I'll live or die, much less give you any other proof. However, I do have a seedling from an immortal vine here. Take it back and make it into a treasure."
"An immortal vine seedling?" After catching it, a hint of unwillingness appeared on my face. I gave you the Ghost Stone, a divine object, which is equivalent to giving you half of the Six Paths Divine Sword. Of course, you might not be able to obtain it, but what do you mean by giving me a pale, rotten vine? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?
It wasn't an immortal vine just because he said it was. After sensing it, I found it had barely any spiritual energy at all. Isn't this cheating me because I'm young and inexperienced?
Yuan Jinghong seemed to see how much I despised the immortal vine, and his face darkened. But he was a man who cared greatly about his reputation. He didn't want word getting out that an old senior had tricked a newcomer, so he still said, "You know about the Six Paths