"Lord Han, what you're saying about immortal-grade, rain-grade, spiritual roots, what does any of that have to do with me?"

Indeed, rain-grade, immortal-grade, spiritual roots, all of it was enough to get the blood pumping.

But what did it have to do with him, a mere third-rate Houtian (postnatal) weakling?

Fang Yue could foresee the scene of countless ghouls swarming toward him.

It's not the thief who steals that you fear, but the one who covets.

Clearly, Fang Yue, this 'treasure', had already been marked by the ghouls near Guyue Village, and one day they would come to collect.

Fang Yue felt the pressure. Leveling up like this wasn't going to cut it!

If this were just a normal game, Fang Yue naturally wouldn't care.

But the appearance of the parchment and the appearance of ghouls in reality both signified that this game was no ordinary one.

He couldn't die. He couldn't just sit and wait for death!

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yue suppressed his somewhat agitated mood, thought for a while, and couldn't help but ask nervously, "Then what about you? Lord Han, why are you putting so much effort into nurturing me? It couldn't be... also for the [spiritual root], could it?"

Fang Yue admitted that when he said this, there was an element of gambling.

After all, Lord Han had already made it so clear, so why else would he nurture him, why else would he treat him differently, if not for the obvious?

However, Fang Yue still wanted to ask clearly, to understand everything.

Some things can only be faced properly when they are spoken out loud, otherwise, keeping them hidden in one's heart only means that both sides are aware of it.

Fang Yue felt that at this time, there was no need to hide anything.

Lord Han had already made his words so clear that even if he didn't want to think that way, his brain would naturally follow the line of thought.

As if confirming Fang Yue's thoughts, Lord Han said without hesitation.

"Of course, it's for the spiritual root."

Fang Yue's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a chill run down his spine. When he looked at Lord Han again, he had a creepy feeling.

He lost the bet?!

Glurp!

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Fang Yue couldn't help but take a few steps back, and with a thud, he leaned against the ice cave wall behind him.

"Afraid?"

Lord Han smiled slightly, but didn't get up.

He seemed to be lost in memories, thinking of something from the past. When he came back to his senses, his expression had returned to calm.

Looking at Fang Yue, who was nervously searching for the exit of the ice cave, he said indifferently, "Don't bother looking. The ice cave is where I recuperate. I've set up a formation. With your strength and knowledge of formations, you can't get out."