The Mid Stage Nascent Soul Male Cultivator opened his eyes and looked towards Luo Shu, sensing the aura emanating from her; he frowned, "Sorry! I don't want to trade anymore." This female cultivator was very strong, and he couldn't afford to provoke her.
"But I want to trade, and I happen to have a similar sheepskin scroll." As Luo Shu spoke, she had already taken out that sheepskin scroll.
Upon seeing the sheepskin scroll in Luo Shu's hand, the Mid Stage Nascent Soul Male Cultivator's eyes suddenly lit up, "What would Senior like in exchange for the trade?" Ever since he obtained the scroll in his hand, he had been searching for its other half. Two years ago, he finally found a lead but the other party managed to escape.
"How about your life?" Luo Shu sneered at the Mid Stage Nascent Soul Male Cultivator.