Sure enough, when Han Yuwan saw that Ye Han remained silent, she asked with a bright smile, "Junior Brother Ye! Am I not welcome here?"
Seeing that Han Yuwan had no intention of leaving, Ye Han immediately said, "Of course you are! I couldn't be happier to welcome you, Senior Sister!"
Han Yuwan rolled her eyes at him. "As if! Don't worry, Junior Brother Ye. I'll be cultivating in your cave abode for a while, and that will interfere with your own cultivation. Please bear with me!"
As she spoke, spiritual light flashed in her hand, and a small, bulging cloth pouch appeared. She handed it to Ye Han and said, "These are twelve Mid-Grade Spirit Stones! Consider them rent for the time I'll be using your cave abode."
Ye Han immediately accepted it, though he said, "You're too kind, Senior Sister. Given our relationship, talking about rent is far too formal. These Spirit Stones are for activating the spiritual energy formation!"
With a flash of spiritual light in his hand, he put the Spirit Stones away.
Watching him, Han Yuwan truly did not know whether to laugh or cry. This brat had so many sly tricks up his sleeve that he hardly seemed like an eleven- or twelve-year-old child.
Yet when he had suddenly unleashed his might and slain those five Blackwater Gate disciples with terrifying killing intent, he had not seemed like a young boy at all. He had been like an old monster who had cultivated for a century. His methods had been horrifying beyond the ordinary: five cultivators around the eleventh layer, all killed in fewer than ten breaths.
Moreover, the ingenuity of his methods and the exquisite way he had used his treasures and talismans were certainly not something a cultivator with only a few