If Hong Yuan wanted to exchange for the Illusory Dream Cold Frost, he would have to accumulate an unknown number of merit points and perform countless deeds for the Human Race. Most importantly, the Illusory Dream Cold Frost was very likely to be exchanged by other Saints.
Now, he only needed some sweet words, posturing, and a seemingly reasonable justification to have the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint running around doing his bidding for him, Hong Yuan. This feeling, oh, it couldn't be more exhilarating!
"Every gift of fate comes with a price secretly marked."
"But I, Bo Qing, am truly capable of bearing it—"
Hong Yuan revealed a smile.
With a snap, he put away the paper fan and the Illusory Dream Cold Frost, took out the Communicating Sky Bug, and rushed off to the Treasured Yellow Heaven.
