"The Flame Weaving Robe is priceless. Your robes alone are probably worth two cities." Anyone who could swagger around in a Flame Weaving Robe had to have a status even more distinguished than imperial royalty or high nobility.
Ye Qianning's gaze lingered on his red robes for a moment. 'Flowers that grow in fire... Truly magical. If I could just get my hands on the seeds, given how valuable this Flame Weaving Robe is...'
"If you like it, little miss, I could consider giving it to you." The man in red noticed her stare, and his eyes held a hint of a smile.
Ye Qianning didn't bother to hide her interest. She smiled. "I'm more interested in the flowers themselves."
"Simple. Just answer a few questions for me, and I'll pick them for you myself. How about it?"
Ye Qianning grinned slyly. Then her smile vanished, and her reply was blunt. "No."
"Don't be so quick to refuse, little one. We can negotiate." The man in red was thoroughly intrigued by Ye Qianning.
