"Ah..." Qiao Ranran scratched her cheek. "I guess we just look carefully?"
"Then look carefully." Pei Ling rubbed her head. "Don't give up on any clues. Follow your habits and your instincts."
Qiao Ranran nodded thoughtfully.
Yan Qingsui watched Qiao Ranran search with such care and attention, then leaned toward Pei Ling. "What are you two being so cryptic about?"
Pei Ling stared at him in silence until a chill ran down Yan Qingsui's back and every hair stood on end. Yan Qingsui gave up trying to talk to him and retreated to the side, his face twisted with frustration.
Honestly, Yan Qingsui thought Qiao Ranran was the only person who could put up with Pei Ling's temperament. Anyone else might come to blows with him after a single exchange. He had a strange temper, and whenever he spoke, he either made barbed remarks or snapped at people outright. Normal conversation was impossible. Yan Qingsui had a feeling he did it on purpose: the moment Pei Ling opened his mouth, he seemed bent on enraging everyone until they all started fighting.
Yan Qingsui shook his head and joined the search for Spirit Plants. They were resources too, valuable whether he needed them himself or sold them. As Sword Venerable Jinglin's son, he had never lacked resources, but that did not mean he had no interest in them. He certainly would not turn down what was rightfully his.
So when Yan Qingsui and Yu Mingxuan reached for the same Spirit Plant, the air turned awkward for a moment.
Yu Mingxuan raised her eyes to him. Her beautiful, expressive eyes held a cool light as she looked at Yan Qingsui.
Yan Qingsui shivered. While her attention was elsewhere, he plucked the Spirit Plant without the slightest hesitation and said with a smile,