Upon hearing Xilin's words, Mu Jinyu's expression showed no change, but inside, he was chuckling with satisfaction.
His earlier statement indeed had no issues. To truly assess its worth, how could the spell Xilin offered possibly compare to the information about a Divine Plant?
In such a trade, Xilin was, in fact, getting a deal!
However, in reality, things couldn't be evaluated like that. It's like grains; to someone not lacking food, grains are not especially precious or valuable, just like someone trying to sell a pound of rice for a tael of gold—it's unacceptable.
But to a starving person, if they had a tael of gold but no access to food nearby and were on the brink of starvation, they wouldn't hesitate to trade that tael of gold for a pound of rice, even if they would regret it later after their hunger passed; during the trade, they wouldn't regret it at all.
Xilin's spell, overall, isn't valuable. Normally, Mu Jinyu would be foolish to trade a Divine Plant for it.
