"Impossible!" the old woman bellowed.
"That's impossible! How often does Jianmu even bear fruit?"
"You're not satisfied with five fruits? You want ten?"
"It only bears fruit once every fifty thousand years! There are only twelve in total, and you want ten of them? That's impossible."
"Impossible?" A sliver of extremely suppressed power emanated from the middle-aged man.
It was a display of sheer might.
If Su Qing were here, he would have known this was a Seventh Realm Cultivator.
However, he seemed to possess an additional kind of power.
"Very well, then. Our conversation ends here." The middle-aged man suddenly smiled.
His smile was incredibly gentle, like a spring breeze.
But his eyes held a trace of cold indifference.
The old woman sighed.
"Jiafeng, see our distinguished guest out."
"That won't be necessary. To live beside Jianmu yet have such frail physical bodies... If you join our Dongfang forces, you can obtain powerful Cultivation Techniques."
