Jiang Fan stopped.
Compared to Fu Chaohun's worthless life, his interest in the treasure was naturally greater.
"Tell me, what kind of treasure!"
"Don't tell me it's just some crystal stones and pills; I don't care for that."
He casually took out a crystal token worth a hundred thousand and waved it in front of her.
Ming Youlian's expression changed slightly, and she awkwardly withdrew her hand from inside her robe.
She had actually planned to use some ordinary items to get rid of Jiang Fan.
Who would have thought Jiang Fan was so wealthy?
It seemed that ordinary items would not move him.
If she wanted to save the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sound Sect, she had to give it her all.
She glanced at Fu Chaohun.
Despite his attempt to abandon her alone on the boat just now,
making her feel deeply disappointed,
he was still the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sound Sect, the future hope of their sect.
So, she could only do her utmost to save him.