"With Miss Yue vouching for you, how could I possibly refuse?" Feng Mu replied.
"Then you have my thanks, Senior." Mi Man took out a storage pouch and handed it to Feng Mu. "Here are sixty superior spirit stones, the attendance fee for Senior Brother Feng and me. Please accept them, Senior."
"How could I accept your spirit stones, Miss Yue!"
Though Feng Mu protested, he reached out to take the storage pouch, lightly stroking the delicate back of Mi Man's hand in passing.
Mi Man showed not the slightest displeasure at Feng Mu's frivolous behavior.
Only then did Song Wen, standing beside her, learn that attending this so-called exchange gathering required spirit stones-and no small sum, either: a full thirty superior spirit stones. With dozens attending today, Feng Mu could collect two or three thousand superior spirit stones. It was an excellent business that required no capital.
Still, this gathering must have had something special to offer; otherwise, those attending would hardly have paid the spirit stones willingly.
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Feng Mu, Mi Man excused herself and led Song Wen into the square, where they sat at two adjacent empty tables.
Then Mi Man took out a Gu Cauldron, from which a palm-sized butterfly flew.
The butterfly was a luminous blue all over, its body shimmering with eerie phosphorescence. Its wings were as thin as cicada gauze, and as they opened and closed, a hazy mist seemed to flow slowly between them.
One glance at the butterfly was enough for Song Wen to determine that it was a gu worm that bewitched the mind.
However, this gu was only third-tier. For Mi Man, who was at Spirit Transformation, it seemed like a chicken rib-too meager to eat, yet too wasteful to discard.
"Senior Brother Feng,