Zhang Ruochen knew that Martial Saint Canglan wanted to fight him to extrapolate where he came from by observing his moves.
"Now is not the time to compete with each other. We'll have many more chances later."
Zhang Ruochen then turned around and walked toward the herb garden.
Martial Saint Canglan caught up with Zhang Ruochen and walked beside him. "I have another thing. Lend me Zhu Qingyi, and I'll grant you anything you want."
"No."
Zhang Ruochen refused without hesitation.
Martial Saint Canglan was confused. She said, "It's no good for you to keep Zhu Qingyi around. Immortal vampires will definitely send lots of great beings to save her, and the human monks who have strong grudges against her will also want to trade her life for refining resources. Your cultivation is definitely not enough to keep her. Instead, you might bite the dust in the end. Leave her to me, then I'll owe you a favor."