The moment Ouyang Xuan saw Ziran, his eyes lit up and that self-assured, supposedly charming smile climbed onto his face. He said, "Ziran, I recently found a purple dress made of Ice Silk, it's perfect for you. I'll get it at auction in a couple days and gift it to you."
He sat down at the tea table and brewed up some of his prized Dahongpao tea, merrily poured two cups, then passed one over to Ziran.
Ziran took it, sipped just a little, then refused, *"No need, I'm here because I need something from you, not to chit-chat."*
Ouyang Xuan gazed at her face—so pure it hurt—and felt a surge of heat in his heart. His rugged face stayed composed as he smiled, "Go ahead, what is it?"
Ziran said, "I've been stuck at Quasi-Saint Perfection for some time now, I need to enter the Special Core Secret Realm to seek a breakthrough opportunity."
"I already used up my shot to enter the Special Core Secret Realm back when I broke through to Quasi-Saint."
