Chen Xiaojun shook his head gently and said gravely, "The contents of this letter alone aren't enough for our Chen Clan to take on the tremendous karmic burden tied to the Crimson Church."
Liu Ruyan waved her hand, and the two-meter-long chest appeared. It opened slowly, revealing a stunning display of Nether Blood Lilies packed inside.
Nether Blood Lilies closely resembled ordinary white lilies, with faint blood-red veins running through their pristine petals. Having yet to absorb any blood, they remained in bud.
Liu Ruyan lightly touched a blood lily with her jade-like fingertips and said softly, "These Nether Blood Lilies are seventh-grade spiritual herbs, exceptionally precious. This chest contains more than two hundred plants, along with a large quantity of seeds."
Even the Chen Clan's Vine Sea Premium Garden did not have so many high-grade spiritual herbs.
Looking at the rare treasures before him, Chen Xiaojun could not help asking gravely, "Sister Ruyan, what is the meaning of this?"
A trace of sorrow flashed through Liu Ruyan's eyes, and she looked close to tears. "The Crimson Church is the common enemy of the continent. Although the Chen Clan has contended with them for years, asking you to shoulder the karmic burden of our Ji and Liu Families on that basis alone is indeed asking too much."
"Thus, I stand before you to offer these Nether Blood Lilies to your esteemed clan in exchange for protection. I believe they will be far more useful in your hands than in ours."
Liu Ruyan's words carried boundless sincerity and hope. With her exquisite beauty and dark hair cascading loosely around her, she looked all the more fragile and pitiful, stirring compassion in those who saw her.
*Impressive. She knows exactly what to say and how far to go. And in an instant,