God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen knew that Martial Saint Canglan wanted to fight him to extrapolate where he came from by observing his moves.

“Now is not the time to compete with each other. Well have many more chances later.”

Zhang Ruochen then turned around and walked toward the herb garden.

Martial Saint Canglan caught up with Zhang Ruochen and walked beside him. “I have another thing. Lend me Zhu Qingyi, and Ill grant you anything you want.”

“No.”

Zhang Ruochen refused without hesitation.

Martial Saint Canglan was confused. She said, “Its no good for you to keep Zhu Qingyi around. Immortal vampires will definitely send lots of great beings to save her, and the human monks who have strong grudges against her will also want to trade her life for refining resources. Your cultivation is definitely not enough to keep her. Instead, you might bite the dust in the end. Leave her to me, then Ill owe you a favor.”

Zhang Ruochen stopped walking and shot a stare at her. He said, “Is your favor really worthy?”

“Of course it is.”

Martial Saint Canglans eyes gleamed, and she smiled confidently. She looked like a real phoenix.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly looked serious and said, “You already owe me two favors. How are you going to pay me back?”

Martial Saint Canglan was dazed, and then, she said with a complicated look on her face, “I didnt expect you to be this petty. You owe me one also, dont you? If it werent for me, you wouldve made yourself the enemy of Martial Market Bank.”

“If it werent for you, that leader of Northern Region Saint Academy would be dead now,” Zhang Ruochen said.

Martial Saint Canglan was rendered speechless.