"Mr. Qin, what do you need this Spirit Communication Grass for?" Zhuge couldn't help but ask, spurred on by Qin Fan's blunt refusal and the overwhelming temptation of the grass.
What do I need it for? As if I'd tell you I'm using it to consolidate the initial stage of my Qi Refinement.
With a soft scoff, Qin Fan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned, a sly, wicked smile playing on his lips as his eyes swept over Zhuge. "I don't need to report my business to you," he said slowly. "Alright, Master Zhuge. It's time for you to leave."
