By the campfire, a look of shock crossed Yi Qiushui’s pretty face, and the group of arrogant young men and women stared at Zhou Yuan with playful and mocking gazes.

What did they hear?

The boy from another heaven dared to demand Yi Qiushui to give him one hundred ancient wood essences over five hundred years old, and then he would successfully escort her to Xuanzhou City?

Even they wouldn’t dare to make such a guarantee, but the boy in front of them dared to say ...