Wen Jiu took out a Spirit Stone, Fang Qian's smile was so radiant that his eyes almost shone like the Spirit Stone.
After accepting the Spirit Stone, Fang Qian wanted to pour Wen Jiu another drink, but noticed Wen Jiu hadn't touched the cup in front of him. He reluctantly put the jug back, "Fellow Daoist Han, are you aware of the far south of the Divine Fall Mountain Range?"
"Fellow Daoist Fang, speak plainly." Wen Jiu didn't want to respond to Fang Qian's probing, whether it was a test or not.
I've already spent the Spirit Stone.
And you still want me to answer your question?
That's too much.
Fang Qian laughed, "You're quite a straightforward person, alright, I won't keep you guessing.
