"What is your name?" Song Wen asked.
"Senior, this junior is Zhuang Qiu, a mere rogue cultivator," the black-clad woman replied.
Song Wen studied her ugly face, and suddenly felt that something was amiss.
This woman had probably disguised her appearance somehow.
The name she had given was most likely false as well.
But Song Wen had no interest in quibbling over such trifles.
"What were you looking for at the bottom of Heavenheart Lake?"
"This junior... was naturally searching for immortal stones and immortal spirit marrow. But I found none, only some spirit stone fragments."
As Zhuang Qiu spoke, she took out a storage pouch and lifted its restrictions.
"Please look, Senior. Everything this junior found is here."
The storage pouch contained only a little over a thousand spirit stone fragments, though their quality was good. Supreme-grade spirit stone fragments accounted for a full tenth, while the rest were all superior spirit stone fragments.
"Young friend, is this truly all you found?" Song Wen asked gravely.
"Senior, please judge fairly. How would this junior dare deceive you?" Zhuang Qiu bowed a little lower.
"Heh!" Song Wen chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I have no desire to use force. But if you fail to recognize what is good for you, I will have to go to some trouble."
No expression could be discerned on Zhuang Qiu's ugly face, but an unmistakable flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
"Your gaze burns like a torch, Senior. This junior did indeed find something else."
As she spoke, she pulled a jade box from her chest and opened it, revealing a dozen or so soybean-sized immortal stone fragments.
"This junior happened upon these immortal stones at the bottom of the lake. Fearing that other treasure hunters would covet them, I was