A man serving as a Guest Elder in a small sect had actually boasted without the slightest hesitation that he could guarantee the cultivation resources his precious daughter needed.
From the changes in Ye Xingchen's expression, Li Dalong sensed the shift in his attitude and the disdain he now showed.
Without saying anything, he took out the betrothal gifts he had prepared long ago, contained in a Storage Ring he had readied early the previous night.
Using immortal power to guide the Storage Ring over to Ye Xingchen, he said respectfully, "Sect Master Ye, these are a few modest gifts I prepared for Wuxia."
"Oh! You even prepared gifts for Wuxia! Let me see what you brought." Seeing Li Dalong present a Storage Ring with such solemnity, Ye Wuxia wondered what fine things a greenhorn who had ascended from the Lower Realm could possibly produce.
He took the Storage Ring casually and sent his divine sense into it with a thought. When his divine sense swept over its contents, his thoughts suddenly froze.
His mouth fell wide open, and ten thousand alpacas stampeded through his mind. These are a few modest gifts? These are things a greenhorn who ascended from the Lower Realm just a few years ago could produce?
Too shocking! Too astounding!
You call these modest gifts? An immortal vein! There's actually an immortal vein!
Profound Ice Fruit! Three of them, no less. These are Profound Ice Fruits! Even the Limitless Immortal Sect only has a few. The ones last time were brought back by my precious daughter. Right, she got them with this brat last time.
He had never expected him to be so generous, giving three at once.
There were also mountains of immortal medicine, all over a thousand years old, with some even ten thousand