"Is there a more aggrieved divine fire in this world than me?"
"Fangtong, I've returned your spirit stones, and I won't intervene in your affairs in the future."
Fangtong caught the low-grade spirit stone tossed into his arms, his entire ghostly form a bit dazed.
Scratching his head, he turned to Lu Wumie with a puzzled voice, "Fourth Junior Brother, this one low-grade spirit stone isn't enough to repay."
"I remember giving you a bag of top-grade spirit stones."
Lu Wumie: "..."
With a fierce glare at Fangtong, Lu Wumie chose to play dead and ignored him.
He rubbed his shoulder that had just taken a beating, casting a resentful gaze upon Lu Xingyan.
Pressing his lips together, holding back his anger, he just stared at her, firmly refusing to initiate.
"By taking a form with your divine fire, it represents that your current strength is at the divine fire level," Lu Xingyan said, unfazed as she glanced back.
