Strange

One letter expressed astonishment that Yonglu Mountain was really so undiscerning as to accept him as an inner disciple; the second complained that he was too long-winded, telling him to cultivate properly and not write letters to bother her when there was nothing to report.

"Didn't you say your mother thought you were annoying? Then send her gifts. It's only natural for a son to give gifts to his mother—nothing wrong with that. Maybe if you send something straight to her heart, she won't find you so annoying anymore."

Bian Chunchou's words were reasonable and well-founded, and Chen Zui was convinced. Holding his storage pouch, he asked, "Then, Junior Brother Bian, what do you think I should send?"

Bian Chunchou leaned back tactically. "Why are you asking me? I don't even know your mother."

"But my mother..." Chen Zui scratched his head. His mother seemed to lack for nothing. "My mother is very formidable. If I sent her an ordinary magical artifact, she'd definitely think I was giving her junk I'd picked up."

"Who would've thought? You're actually a second-generation cultivator with a wealthy family background. Then when you first came to Yonglu Mountain, why were you as poor as Wen Xu-Xu and me?" Heaven knew that during the Mountain Examination, they had even had to split those few scraps of Spirit Stones they had "earned" three ways.

"Because my mother threw me out before I left home." He had always thought Spirit Stones were neither here nor there.

"...You definitely made your mother angry. And you still send her a letter every three months? Serves you right for having your mother find you annoying!"

Chen Zui let out an ah. Was that really it?

"Then what should I buy?"

"What does your mother like most?"

Chen Zui thought for