Chenxinzi stepped forward and pointed at Mo Bai. "You rogue cultivator, don't spurn the face you're being given!"
Immortal Hua Yun furrowed her brows. "Chenxinzi, do not be rude. Miss Zhao Mu, my master has invited you several times, yet both you and Granny Zhao have turned a deaf ear. Let that be... must you also haggle with me over a few magic robes I wish to offer my master?"
A trace of anger flashed across the face of the black-clad Zhao Mu. With a cold snort, she took the young lady of the Hengshan Sect, Mo Jiao, by the hand and left.
Mo Jiao clenched her fists at the two from the Northern Immortal Sect and left Mo Bai's stall resentfully.
Immortal Hua Yun watched the two women leave with a cold gaze and snorted.
Chenxinzi, meanwhile, painfully drew out three carefully hoarded mid-grade spirit stones and said to Mo Bai, who sat calmly cross-legged behind his stall, "All right, wrap them up!"
Mo Bai held out his hand, and Chenxinzi reluctantly dropped the spirit stones into his palm. Mo Bai took out a brocade box, packed the three magic robes inside, and handed it over.
Immortal Hua Yun accepted it and asked with a faint, ambiguous smile, "Fellow Daoist, might I ask where you obtained these Heavenly Silkworm Magic Robes?"
"Things left behind by my sect. Nothing worth mentioning."
"Oh, thank you for parting with them."
"You are too courteous, Immortal."
Immortal Hua Yun nodded and turned to leave, with Chenxinzi following close on her heels.
After rounding a corner, Immortal Hua Yun stood beside the platform railing and said quietly to Chenxinzi, "As for the matter between my sect and that Zhao Mu from Kongkong Mountain, simply act as though you know nothing..."
Chenxinzi's heart tightened, and