Cui Qiezhe returned from the Chancellor's Residence. Seeing Zhang Yuan and Cui Zhaowei getting along reasonably well in the courtyard, he could not help smiling.
Mm, after three months, they finally weren't treating each other like strangers.
Though that brat Zhang Yuan was still as wooden as ever, as long as Zhaowei was interested, a woman pursuing a man had only a thin veil standing between them.
With a relentless pursuit and a little help from him now and then, never mind a block of wood-even a stone would have to bloom in the end.
With that thought,
a sword-shaped Pre-Heaven True Treasure appeared in Cui Qiezhe's palm. "Without your help, fellow Daoist, Zhaowei would never have passed her trial. This is a small token of my gratitude. Please be sure to accept it, Fellow Daoist Zhang."
A Pre-Heaven True Treasure right off the bat.
Zhang Yuan gladly accepted it and smiled. "You're too kind, fellow Daoist. Miss Zhaowei and I get along very well. Since I had the ability, why shouldn't I lend her a hand?"
Cui Zhaowei sat upright beside them, her little face cold and seemingly indifferent. When she saw Zhang Yuan accept it, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
By helping her pass her trial, Zhang Yuan had practically saved her life, and this sword-shaped Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure was one part of her family's repayment.
Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasures were quite precious, and even the Eastern Ya Cui Clan did not have many, but given the magnitude of his kindness, only his acceptance could put her at ease. A refusal would have worried her instead.
If he did not want a Pre-Heaven Spirit Treasure, they would have to offer a Pre-Heaven Supreme Treasure. But if he refused even that, not even her Eastern Ya Cui Clan