Alarm bells rang in Xue Fuyao's heart, but her expression remained perfectly composed.
This young woman, Ziyan, seemed to have feelings for her master, and for her at present, that could only be a benefit, not a drawback. Perhaps she could...
At this thought, Xue Fuyao cupped her hands toward Ziyan. "Senior, I don't want those things. If possible, I'd like some ancient books. The Demon Race took quite a few ancient books from the Human Race in the past. Those are what I want. Would that be possible?"
She had spent time among the Demon Race in her previous life and knew that these things were both important and unimportant. It all depended on what you were willing to offer in exchange-though, of course, that applied only to the Demon Race.
Hearing that Xue Fuyao wanted only some ancient books rather than Monster Cores and the like, Ziyan considered it. After a moment, she nodded in agreement. "Yes. How many do you want?"
Xue Fuyao held up one finger. "One stone tablet for ten ancient books."
Ziyan thought it over. "That's a little much, but since you're Xie Yichu's disciple, I can agree. However, I need some time to prepare. I'll have to return to the Demon Race first. Come back tomorrow."
Hearing this, Xue Fuyao nodded in agreement.
Just as Ziyan was about to turn and leave, she suddenly looked back and asked in a low voice, "Oh, right. You really aren't Xie Yichu's daughter, are you?"
Xue Fuyao answered with a smile. "Of course not. Do you see any resemblance between my master and me?"
Ziyan naturally scrutinized Xue Fuyao's features. Only after a long moment did she nod in satisfaction and continue on her way.
At this, Xue Fuyao let out a long breath. She felt