Meng Yiran could not persuade Ye Qifeng otherwise and ultimately accepted his gift.
Because of Ye Qifeng's generosity, Meng Yiran's impression of him improved even further, and a spark of gratitude inevitably rose in her heart.
Handsome, powerful, and so generous—it was hard not to like him. Meng Yiran almost lost control and wanted to rush over and kiss Ye Qifeng's handsome face.
Fortunately, she restrained herself with dignity.
The Star Dou Forest had been far too dangerous lately. Absorbing the Spirit Ring and improving her strength took priority.
But just as Meng Yiran took out a dagger and prepared to finish off the Man Faced Demon Spider and absorb its Spirit Ring, Ye Qifeng reached out and stopped her.
"Wait, Miss Meng. Don't be hasty."
"I believe your grandfather and grandmother must have told you that in the Star Dou Forest, you must never let down your guard. Aside from being wary of attacks by Spirit Beasts, you must also remain alert to threats from other Spirit Masters."
After saying that, Ye Qifeng turned to look toward a dark corner of the dense forest.
"Am I right, Tang San?"
Meng Yiran froze. Was someone else here?
Still, she put away her dagger, activated her Martial Soul and Spirit Rings, and condensed a two-meter-long Serpent Cane in her right palm. Half-believing and half-doubting, she assumed a defensive stance, ready to attack at any moment.
Tang San, who was hidden in the shadows, was nowhere near as calm. His utterly ordinary face changed drastically, revealing a look of shock.
Tang San seemed deeply puzzled that Ye Qifeng had actually discovered him.
He had clearly used the Tang Sect Secret Arts' internal cultivation method to conceal his aura. How had Ye Qifeng noticed him?
Tang San could not figure it out.
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