The words of the Dragon Girl exploded in Ren Feifan's ears, and he fell into deep thought while looking at the Blood Shura Scepter. Could all of this truly be destined?
Ren Feifan pondered whether offering the Blood Shura Scepter to the Ye family of the Hidden Gate would convince them to leave Qingcheng behind. He wondered if they would be willing to make such a trade, or if perhaps they might at least delay their plans for a few years.
That delay would be most welcome.
By the time Ren Feifan achieved true growth, he wouldn't fear the Ye family of the Hidden Gate anymore.
However, Ren Feifan soon had a bucket of cold water thrown on him.
For some reason, the Dragon Girl was now sitting atop a large rock in the cultivation chamber, idly swinging her delicate legs. She spoke indifferently, "Young man, it's best if you completely dismiss that thought. If you hand over the Blood Shura Scepter, not only will the girl be taken away, but your life won't be spared either.