Demon Illusion Fairy saw Jiang Ping An's resolute expression, and the resentment in her heart nearly burst through the crown of her head. She longed to rip his head off on the spot, sit on it with her ass, and grind it mercilessly.
She forcefully suppressed the raging blaze in her heart and had no choice but to assume a humble posture. "I truly have an important matter to discuss with you. It concerns an exceedingly mysterious heavenly treasure, one whose value rivals Taiyin Divine Water."
"What heavenly treasure?"
A faint ripple appeared in Jiang Ping An's cold eyes.
He had used Taiyin Divine Water before and knew the extraordinary value of such a divine object. A heavenly treasure that could compare to Taiyin Divine Water certainly would not be inferior.
"Let's discuss it in private."
Demon Illusion Fairy did not explain immediately.
After a brief moment of thought, Jiang Ping An said, "Then come to the Cultivation Room."
He raised his hand to open the door to the Cultivation Room and walked inside.
Demon Illusion Fairy followed close behind.
Xing Yi returned to his chair. He was not curious about what the two intended to discuss and had no desire to know.
Inside the Cultivation Room, Jiang Ping An activated the formation, turned to Demon Illusion Fairy, and said indifferently, "I'll give you only a cup of tea to explain."
What are you putting on airs for? Once this old lady recovers her strength, I'll press your head hard beneath my ass!
Demon Illusion Fairy cursed inwardly, not daring to say it aloud. "Have you ever heard of the Flower of the Dead?"
"I haven't."
"Hmph, you country bumpkin. You haven't even heard of such a divine treasure."
Demon Illusion Fairy mocked him, then explained, "The Flower of the