Even without anything else, Qiao Ranran couldn't bring herself to refuse Feng Changdong. And with such generous compensation? The consultation fee and Spirit Plants were tempting enough, let alone the promises from both men!
She would be a fool to refuse.
Qiao Ranran blinked. Feng Changdong hadn't brought Wen Ziheng along, which put her at ease. This was the Profound Heart Sect, not the Clear Feather Sect, that small sect where people could come and go as they pleased. Even if the Profound Heart Sect had fewer members than the Clear Feather Sect, this mountain was not somewhere Wen Ziheng could visit and leave whenever he liked.
She felt she might be paying Wen Ziheng too much attention. He was only a stranger. Why give him the satisfaction of caring so much? If it was because of that sword thrust in her previous life, leaving aside whether it would even happen again, she truly wouldn't mind Wen Ziheng giving her a chance to stab him back fair and square.
Treating Feng Changdong was even simpler than treating Yan Qingsui. For one thing, he hadn't carried the Blood Gu for long, so it had yet to mature. For another, she was no longer at the Qi Refining First Layer; the Spiritual Power of the Qi Refining Ninth Layer would be more than enough.
Even Feng Changdong's cultivation, the one thing that might have posed an obstacle, was less threatening under the Blood Gu's influence. He had originally been at the Golden Core Stage, but now his Golden Core was on the verge of collapse.
She could handle someone with the cultivation of a False Golden Core.
"Fellow Daoist Feng..."
"Miss Qiao may call me Feng Changdong. 'Fellow Daoist' sounds rather awkward."
"Mm..." Qiao Ranran's eyes flickered. She stared at Feng Changdong