Venerable Lianjing's eyes flashed with hesitation, but it was quickly replaced with determination.
"This is none of your concern."
"I'll ask once more: will you hand over the merit or not?"
The Silver Apricot Tree rasped, "I won't give it to anyone."
"If you try to take it by force, I'd rather destroy it."
Venerable Lianjing gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, as long as you won't regret it!"
She turned around and sliced through the Mysterious Demon Liquid with her Saw-tooth Sword, then turned away.
Before leaving, she glanced back at Jiang Fan.
The divine blood she left behind on the ground transformed into a lingering shadow as she departed.
Jiang Fan felt a shiver down his spine and some guilt, thinking, "That old woman won't start eyeing me, will she?"
The Silver Apricot Tree's tone abruptly weakened, "You've ruined her major plan; of course she'll remember you."
Originally, the merits of Venerate Wutong were within Venerable Lianjing's grasp.
