Fire Lion

Zhang Ping'er was first taken aback, then smiled. "Senior Brother Zhang, you jest. You are this little sister's lifesaving benefactor. If there is anything you need, please speak frankly. There is no reason for me to refuse."

No sooner had she spoken than a blush spread across her face. Zhang Xiaohua blushed as well. Perhaps the words "carrying grass in one's mouth, tying rings around oneself, repaying kindness with one's body" had surfaced in both their hearts.

Zhang Xiaohua hurriedly said, "Actually, it is nothing much. Junior Sister just said that you found Ice Soul Grass beside the pond. I happen to need it. Could you perhaps..."

"So that's it." Zhang Ping'er smiled. "I thought it was something serious, the way you put it."

As she spoke, she took several jade boxes from the bundle beside her and handed them over. "Senior Brother Zhang, these are spirit herbs I casually picked along the way. Though they cannot compare to Guiyuan Grass, they are all quite precious. The Ice Soul Grass among them has several hundred years of medicinal age. Senior Brother, please take them all."

Zhang Xiaohua quickly tried to decline them. "There is no need for so many. I only need the Ice Soul Grass."

But Zhang Ping'er would not listen to him and stuffed all the jade boxes into his hands. Zhang Xiaohua had no choice but to accept them. Yet his hands were empty, and he did not even have a bundle. After turning the matter over and over in her mind, Zhang Ping'er finally gritted her teeth, took out an old garment, wrapped the jade boxes in it, and handed it to Zhang Xiaohua.

"This..." Zhang Xiaohua looked at the gaudy "bundle," not knowing whether to laugh or cry, but he felt somewhat moved inside.

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