The night moon was cool and clear; the reddish-brown earth stretched endlessly, vast and distant.
"What is the meaning of this?" Ye Fan looked at them, discreetly holding the one-inch-tall Fire God Furnace in his palm.
The Flickering Light Saint Heir's smile did not diminish. "Daoist, don't misunderstand," he said. "I have no malicious intent; I simply wish to discuss a matter with you."
"What do you wish to discuss?"
"I wish to exchange the Phoenix Blood Red Gold with you," the Flickering Light Saint Heir replied.
"What do you have to offer in exchange?" Ye Fan stood under the moonlight, asking calmly.
"I have the authority to open the treasure vault of the Flickering Light Sacred Land for you, allowing you to select whatever you wish," said the Flickering Light Saint Heir. This offer was so astonishing it was almost unparalleled. The Flickering Light Sacred Land had thrived for over a hundred thousand years, with an unimaginable depth and accumulation.
