"Think it over carefully. This is my most sincere advice."
The Old Locust Tree shifted the conversation back to the transaction.
Yang Fan's gaze remained indifferent as he looked at the abstract face. "Your terms hold no allure for me."
"That ruler in your hand is indeed a fine thing." The Old Locust Tree's focus lingered briefly on the ruler in Yang Fan's hand before sneering, "But comparing something that proactively defends itself to something that requires its owner to actively wield it—is there even a contest? With my Locust Leaves, you can be invulnerable to all evils."
"But the ruler in your hand cannot do that. You must use it. Only then can it serve its purpose."
Yang Fan pondered for a moment and then said, "To be honest, I'm somewhat intrigued by your item. How about this: change your terms. Killing my master is something I simply cannot do."
