Feng Yan said, "Junior Sister Li still cares a lot about that mortal man. I think you're putting your feelings in the wrong place."
As she spoke, she pulled out a jade bottle from her clothes and tossed it to the middle-aged man.
"What now?" The middle-aged man's face turned a little ugly.
"You better take this pill back. I can't do what you're asking. Junior Sister Li almost broke off our friendship because of it."
Feng Yan continued.
She genuinely liked Nangua's personality, and she wasn't willing to ruin things between them over a couple of pills.
The middle-aged man let out a dry laugh, clearly annoyed by Feng Yan's response, and said, "If you won't do it, there are plenty of others who will."
A bottle of high-grade pills, just to help play matchmaker—who wouldn't see that as a golden opportunity?
If it wasn't for the fact that Feng Yan was the closest to Li Nangua, he wouldn't have sought her help, either.
"Be on your way, Daoist Ming."
