Tang Xiao: Pretty boy! You've gone too far!

Phew...

Tang Xiao forcibly suppressed the turbulent desire in his heart and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He couldn't force it.

Absolutely not!

Otherwise, it would be a dead end.

But faced with a hope that could change the sect's fate, there was no way he could simply give up!

No matter what, he had to bring some immortal herbs back!

Since he couldn't snatch them...

Another thought surfaced in Tang Xiao's mind.

Then, could he buy some?

The moment that thought appeared, the corners of Tang Xiao's mouth twitched violently despite himself.

Never mind whether they would even sell such heaven-defying divine treasures.

Even if they truly were willing to sell them...

When he thought of how the Clear Sky Sect was so poor it practically rattled, and how even the entire sect's food and daily expenses had to be sustained by his younger sister Tang Yuehua...

Tang Xiao's resolute face instantly fell.

He felt that the possibility of buying some and taking them back was even slimmer than the possibility of charging in, snatching a few herbs, and successfully escaping.

Poor!

That was the original sin!

Even so, he was still unwilling to accept it.

What if?

What if they were willing to sell, and the price... wasn't as outrageous as he imagined?

He had to ask!

Tang Xiao took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the countless thoughts in his heart. He straightened his robe, which had wrinkled slightly from cold sweat.

Then he stepped forward and walked back into the restaurant.

This time, his gaze still did not fall on that so-called Senior. Instead, it settled on the woman who looked delicate and feminine, yet still possessed such a powerful aura that no one dared meet her eyes.

The Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong!