"Oh... there's no need for formalities between us. Whatever it is, just ask!" He An paused in surprise, then said with a smile.
"That Spirit-Returning Pill of yours, Brother He An... could you give... oh... sell it to me?"
Bi Yunfei watched He An's expression as he carefully phrased his request. He had originally meant to ask whether He An could give it to him, but just as the words reached his lips, he realized that sounded inappropriate and hurriedly corrected himself.
"What a shame! You're too late, Brother Yunfei. I've already given my pill away!"
He An sounded apologetic. Seeing the suspicion on Bi Yunfei's face, he helplessly lifted his chin toward Han Chanjuan. "There, I gave it to that young lady!"
"All right... in that case, I won't trouble you any further, Brother He!"
Bi Yunfei's expression dimmed. He forced a faint smile, cupped his hands to He An, and turned to leave.
After walking a short distance, he looked back at He An and Han Chanjuan's receding figures, his eyes full of resentment.
With a beauty at your side, you've barely tasted the sweet breeze of success before forgetting the poor brothers you once knew!
That girl called Han Chanjuan supposedly comes from a Lineage of wealthy Western Liang merchants. She throws money around all the time. Why would she care about a single pill?
Only children would fall for that nonsense. He An, oh, He An, today I've finally seen you for what you are...
Seething inwardly, Bi Yunfei picked up a twig from the ground and snapped it viciously, then spat in the direction He An had gone.
"What did that Bi Yunfei want just now? He looked rather unhappy."
Walking beside He An, Han Chanjuan could not resist asking out of curiosity.
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