Ling Ningzhi whispered, "I know this request may be somewhat impolite, but it concerns the lives of my family. I hope you can understand, sir..."
"Your family’s life or death, what does it have to do with me?"
Chen Mo said indifferently, "Every moment someone dies in this world, can I possibly comprehend it all? Besides, I don’t owe you anything, rather, you owe me a life."
Ling Ningzhi fell silent at his words.
Indeed, if it weren’t for Chen Mo, she might not have safely walked out of the Secret Realm.
Considering the value of those two Immortal Materials, for him to be willing to part with them was already a great kindness. Making any request wouldn’t be excessive.
Seeing her hang her head in silence, Chen Mo said, "You’ve been searching for over a decade, so what’s another year or so? Rest assured, when the time limit arrives, I’ll hand over the Immortal Materials to you."
Ling Ningzhi nodded, no longer insisting, then asked, "What about that Heavenly Primordial Spirit Fruit, what terms do you plan to set, sir?"
The Heavenly Primordial Spirit Fruit is the core of the Creation Golden Pill, and its value exceeds that of the two Immortal Materials.
She had prepared herself mentally, even if it meant signing on for another year, she had to obtain the Spirit Fruit!
The specific terms Chen Mo hadn’t yet thought through, but he certainly wouldn’t give it to her for nothing. Stroking his chin, he casually said, "That will depend on Daoist Qingxuan’s sincerity."
Sincerity?
Ling Ningzhi was slightly taken aback.
Then she realized something, a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes, but soon turned to resolve.
"Alright, since you want to see it, sir..."
"Hmm?"
Before Chen Mo could react, Ling Ningzhi unbuttoned the fastenings on her collar, and her Moon White Daoist Robe fell like flowing clouds, hung by the tie around her waist, exposing her upper body to the light.
Her skin was lustrous like snow, with a faint pink blush, reminiscent of blooming peach petals in spring, brightening the entire room a little more.
Her neck was long and elegant, her collarbones white and delicate, and as one’s gaze moved downward, the curves rose sharply, with a piece of white fabric barely covering the essentials, an exaggerated mass on the verge of coming forth, a lace tie around her neck stretched taut, making one worry it might snap under the strain.
Her abdomen was flat and firm, her waist slender and hard to grasp, like willow branches first sprouting in spring.
The silk skirt wrapped her icy body, silk ribbons draped across her snowy neck shyly.
Truly a sight to behold.
Ling Ningzhi lowered her head, a blush spreading across her jade cheeks, her voice trembled slightly, "I’ve changed into the underwear you requested... is this sincerity enough?"
"..."
The intense visual impact left Chen Mo momentarily dazed.
He knew Ling Ningzhi was well-endowed, but he didn’t expect her to be so abundant, comparable to the Busty Empress at least!
Underneath the scrupulous Daoist robe, was such a shameful figure...
"Sir?"
Seeing Chen Mo speechless, Ling Ningzhi furrowed her brows, thinking he was dissatisfied.
After hesitating a moment, her slender jade fingers pinched the tie at her waist.
Since half had been seen already, what did another half matter?
She gritted her teeth, about to remove the Daoist robe entirely, when suddenly footsteps came from outside the door.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
Knock knock knock —
"Daoist, are you in there?" Shen Zhixia’s clear voice rang out.
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