Qian Renxue's Sense of Security

"Hey, hey, little Jiang Li, aren't you being way too biased? I was clearly the one who took your first time."

Qian Renxue looked at Jiang Li resentfully. "Sure enough, the new replaces the old. Little Jiang Li doesn't think much of this old woman anymore."

Jiang Li nearly sprayed out a mouthful of water when he heard that.

Jiang Li hurriedly said, "Xue, can you not say something so misleading?"

"Was I wrong? Wasn't I the first contractor of your Summoning Grimoire Martial Soul?" Qian Renxue asked with a giggle.

"Ah, how pitiful. I was clearly the first to arrive, and I've been with you the longest, yet when you get something good, you give it to everyone except me."

Qian Renxue pointed at her chest and put on an act. "Little Jiang Li, you've deeply wounded my fiery red heart! Do you know that?"

Qian Renxue's dramatic performance left Jiang Li with a face full of black lines.

"Fine, fine, I surrender, all right?" Jiang Li covered his face and said helplessly, "Just look through them and pick whichever Immortal Herb you think is prettiest. Take one if you want. Those Immortal Herbs won't be much use to you anyway."

"It's not like I really want one, but..."

Hearing Jiang Li's words, Qian Renxue was delighted inside. Naturally, she knew those Immortal Herbs would not do much for her.

No matter how potent an Immortal Herb was, could it really let a Soul Master close to becoming a Title Douluo break through?

Could it make her Divine-Level Martial Soul, the Dark Six-Winged Angel, evolve?

That was impossible just thinking about it.

But I might not want it, yet you couldn't seriously give me nothing, could you?

So, she merely wanted to complain to Jiang Li and tease him