The mention of Jing Hong's name made Chu Xun stop in his tracks and he turned back.

"Aren't you leaving? What are you coming back for?" Yan Guilai would have looked genuinely surprised if not for the curling of his lips.

"I just remembered how imprudent it would be to leave you here alone," said Chu Xun pensively. "Here's a counteroffer. A discount, if you like it. Five hundred magical shrubs."

"Deal," Yan Guilai stretched out a hand with ...