She is not one to speak much, her skill with swords and blades surpasses her verbal abilities.
At this moment, her thoughts raced, unable to come up with words to explain or respond.
"It is not like that."
Ween Zhiyi tried to keep her voice steady: "To be honest with you, I have little life expectancy left and intend to dispose of the numerous treasures in my possession. Xisheng's talent is greatly appreciated by me, so gifting a blade and some unused elixirs carries no other intention."
Back then, she really thought so.
Her treasure troves were piled high with magic artifacts, thousands of elixirs, countless spirit stones, gold, and silver.
Yet, all this wealth seemed meaningless to her.
A majority of it certainly needed to be left for the Zhangsun Sisters and her subordinates.
