Hearing the Green-feathered Bird's words, Chen Fan could not help but freeze. He immediately came to his senses, a flicker of peculiarity passing over his face, as though he had understood something.
Seeing Chen Fan fall silent once more, Shen Wushuang slightly shook her head. She found him rather strange and secretly considered advising him not to go to the central region. For a little cultivator who had only just set out into the world, that might instead be a good thing.
"Little Daoist friend, since you do not wish to trade that Demon Core, I will not force you. I should head to the central region now. Cultivate here in peace; I will keep this place a secret for you," Shen Wushuang said with a smile. Chen Fan truly looked far too young. Though she was only a few years older than him, she was now looking at him as though he were a younger brother, studying him for quite some time.
This made Chen Fan feel somewhat uncomfortable, but he still sat on the ancient tree with an expressionless face and said evenly, "Safe travels, miss."
"Mm. Oh, right—be more careful next time. Do not cultivate so casually before strangers; that is a grave taboo. Farewell." Before leaving, Shen Wushuang did not forget to offer a reminder. She truly regarded Chen Fan as a green young lad fresh out of the gate.
Watching her graceful figure depart, Chen Fan pondered briefly before taking out a Three-Tailed Tiger Demon Core of the Qi Refining Eighth Layer from his storage pouch. A green gleam flashed around his wrist, and with a deft flick of the Nine Palaces Sword Art, the Demon Core vanished from his hand in an instant, turning into a point of green light that flew straight toward