Lu Haitang knew Bai Zhan was not showing his true face?
The thought flashed through Ji Yuan's mind.
He instinctively looked toward Lu Haitang.
Was the young sect mistress of the Grand Mystery Sword Sect bluffing Bai Zhan, or did she truly know that he had concealed his cultivation and strength?
If it was the latter, was she proposing this condition in order to take the chance to see just how far Bai Zhan's true cultivation had reached?
But on second thought, Ji Yuan felt something was off.
From the conversation between Bai Zhan and Lu Haitang just now, their relationship was far from bad enough for them to need to probe each other's trump cards.
Every word from Lu Haitang's lips carried a barb, yet Bai Zhan was accustomed to it. Clearly, he had long grown used to this way of getting along.
Their relationship seemed like the kind of unrestrained familiarity that only an exceedingly deep bond could support.
Calling it a love-hate relationship might have been a little exaggerated, but its complexity truly could not be summed up in a few words.
Upon hearing that, Bai Zhan laughed instead.
Leaning against the back of his chair, he lightly tapped the tabletop with his chubby fingers, his tone brimming with teasing.
"Since when did calling myself your little brother become so valuable? It's worth a Creation Fruit? That's a precious treasure money can't buy. Countless Void Refinement Cultivators could exhaust their entire fortunes and still never get their hands on one."
He paused, leaned forward slightly, and said seriously, "How about this—I'll call you Sister Lu a few more times, and you give me a few more Creation Fruits. How about it?"
"You!"
Lu Haitang suddenly sat upright, pointing a finger at Bai Zhan. Her high ponytail whipped