Scheming
Qu Feiyan let out a long breath of relief and handed the Transmission Mirror to the man in yellow robes.
The man forced a smile and took the Transmission Mirror. "Little Friend Shi, I'm Qu Zhiyang, Feiyan's seventeenth uncle."
"Senior Qu, you can speak plainly. You're Feiyan's seventeenth uncle, so of course you're no outsider."
"Little Friend Shi, since you and Feiyan are engaged, I consider you my nephew by marriage. I need a few kinds of Spirit Herbs for alchemy. I wonder if your Immortal Herb Palace has them. I can pay in Spirit Stones."
He named several Spirit Herbs, all rather rare and at least three thousand years old.
According to the Immortal Herb Palace's rules, customers had to spend at least five hundred million Spirit Stones to place an order for these herbs.
"Since Feiyan contacted me, of course it's no problem. But this can't get out, or I'll have a hard time explaining it. Send someone to the Immortal Grass Market Town, and Shi Mu will meet with you. Remember, keep it quiet." Shi Yue gave him a stern reminder.
"Of course. Don't worry, Little Friend Shi. We know what to do." The man in yellow robes thumped his chest as he promised.
"Feiyan, we knew you'd find a way. You young people take your time chatting." The man returned the Transmission Mirror to Qu Feiyan and strode away.
Watching her two uncles leave, Qu Feiyan let out a long sigh. She had grown even more resentful of her clan. They never considered her feelings at all. What would Shi Yue think of her if they kept doing this?
Qu Feiyan hesitated, then looked at Shi Yue and asked cautiously, "Money-grubber, did I put you in a difficult position? It's all my fault. If it