Meeting Yang Jing's stunned gaze, Sun Ningxiang smiled, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents. Her tone was gentle, yet carried an undertone that brooked no refusal. "A gift for you."
At her words, Yang Jing's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stoppered the small porcelain bottle and handed it back to Sun Ningxiang, his expression solemn. "Senior Sister, this is too valuable. A single Bone Marrow Tempering Pill costs over fifteen thousand taels on the market. Six of them would be ninety thousand taels of silver. I can't accept this."
Sun Ningxiang looked at the porcelain bottle Yang Jing was handing back, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.
