"You are a disciple of Piaomiao Immortal Emperor?" Xiao Chen looked at Xiaoyan with a faint voice, "Is it worth it to break the rules of the sect for a man?"
That monkey-faced youth was only average in appearance, cultivation level, and even more so in talent.
Although Xiaoyan also looked ordinary, her cultivation had reached that of a Golden Immortal and she was a disciple of the Piaomiao Immortal Emperor's dojo. Her future was boundless.
The two of them together seemed mismatched in every way.
If the monkey-faced youth truly valued Xiaoyan, he wouldn't let her take such a big risk to make money for him.
A mere few thousand Immortal Stones, how could they compare to the status of a disciple of the Immortal Emperor Piaomiao?
To covet such a small advantage, if one were expelled from the sect, it would undoubtedly be a loss far outweighing the gain.
