The give-and-take of favors.
One had to offer a favor first before there could be any exchange.
To befriend a young Qi Refining Middle Stage cultivator, how could she not offer something in return?
Watching He Song's departing figure, Ping'er pondered for a moment before finally shaking her head and heading to the second floor.
Personally receiving He Song this time had merely been a whim of hers.
As one of the Spirit Skill Pavilion's stewards, she normally spent her days on the second floor.
Now that the gift had been sent.
All that remained was to wait.
Stall Area.
He Song walked slowly along the road home, his gaze drifting from time to time toward the small box in his hand.
The little box was exquisitely made, seemingly carved from some precious mortal wood.
Judging by its delicate patterns, it would surely have fetched no small price in the mortal world.
But this was the cultivation world.
This exquisite little wooden box was merely pleasing to the eye.
The tea leaves inside were the truly valuable thing.
By He Song's standards.
The tea in the box was indeed fine tea.
At the very least, it was better than the tea leaves he usually used when drinking alone.
"Fellow Daoist He, if drinking tea alone ever feels dull, you might as well invite me. The days spent on duty at the Spirit Skill Pavilion are terribly tedious as well."
As He Song walked home, the words Ping'er had spoken after giving him the tea flashed through his mind.
Her words had seemed casual, yet also like a deliberate reminder.
He Song did not understand.
But since she had already placed the gift in his hands, it could hardly have been meaningless chatter.
After racking his brains to no avail.
He