"Are you a little nervous?"
Noticing that Dugu Yan seemed somewhat tense, Ye Qifeng could not help teasing her a little:
"Miss Dugu Yan, this doesn't seem like you."
"I remember that a few hours ago, when we first met, you were furious, as if you wanted to swallow me alive."
At his words, Dugu Yan's face flushed red. She spoke softly and awkwardly:
"Ah, well... y-yes, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you. I thought..."
"You thought I was using the Immortal Grade Herbs to threaten your grandfather into pledging loyalty to me?"
Ye Qifeng asked with amusement.
Dugu Yan blushed and was too embarrassed to speak again.
"It's fine."
Seeing her embarrassment, Ye Qifeng waved a hand dismissively and explained gently:
"Those three Immortal Grade Herbs were selected for you and your grandfather in the first place. Even if your grandfather had not sworn loyalty to me, I would still have given them to you."
"After all, trading a Poison Technique cultivation method that is of little use to me for the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, this treasured place, and all the herbs here, means I am the one taking advantage of your grandfather."
So that was what he thought.
Dugu Yan was somewhat surprised and taken aback as she silently thought:
It seems Grandfather didn't lie to me. This Holy Son of Spirit Hall truly seems like a very good person—gentle and magnanimous, perfectly matching the serene and peaceful aura around him.
After thinking in silence for a moment, Dugu Yan lightly pursed her red lips, raised her eyes to Ye Qifeng, and spoke with a gentle but resolute tone:
"That Poison Technique cultivation method may be nothing to you, Holy Son, but it is extremely important to Grandfather and me, because it can save our lives.