A book on Stone City's development, a box of the latest generation of Sun Flower Spirit seeds, dozens of mulberry branches, a hundred thousand sets of [Foundation Establishment Spirit Soil Art], [Earth Veins Refining Art], and [Five Elements Fruit Tree] rented by the Dao Seal Cultivators, along with some local specialties: Bump Spirit Monsters from the Way of Idiocy.
Besides those, there were a few other little things.
Adorable Spirit Monster specimens, white-bone magical implements, and other objects brimming with the Far West's distinctive character.
Ying Jiaren looked at the bulging Hundred-Treasure Pouch with considerable delight. "You've given me too much."
"My Far Northern Land is still very desolate, more difficult to live in than a barren wasteland."
"When you visit the Far Northern Land, how am I supposed to return the favor?"
Wang Quan's heart stirred. "You're the best gift I could have!"
Ying Jiaren's cheeks flushed slightly, and even her white fur took on a faint pink hue.
She shot the man a coy glare. "Is that sweet talk?"
Yet before Wang Quan could answer, she gave a soft huff and turned to leave. "The authority the Far Northern Land grants me is this: every year, I can invite one outsider over."
"By the same token, I can leave, too."
Wang Quan laughed heartily. "I'll come see you every December."
Ying Jiaren shook her head. "Make it the ninth day of the ninth month. Back in my homeland, that day has a special meaning!"
Wang Quan smiled. "What a coincidence. It has a special meaning back in my hometown, too."
The two exchanged looks, smiled, waved, and said goodbye.
Ying Jiaren stepped into the teleportation vortex and vanished instantly, leaving only a wisp of peculiar incense lingering in the air.
Slurp!
Wang Quan took a deep breath, inhaling