Sword Horn Speed Antelope

Zhou Jiaxin's reply astonished Lin Yuan a little. A severely injured fey with damaged roots was extremely hard to store. Once the fey perished, the price wouldn't just drop by 10%. On any other normal business day, Zhou Jiaxin definitely wouldn't do the same. Otherwise, she would surely be making a loss when selling injured feys like this.

Zhou Jiaxin's store shouldn't have any Creation Master, but even if there was a Creation Master, wasting a Creation Master's time to maintain a severely injured fey's life was a losing business already. It was obvious that Zhou Jiaxin was doing so for Lin Yuan.

No matter the reason, Lin Yuan was going to accept this favor.

"Then I shall thank Big Sister Xin for reserving those severely injured feys for me."