The Lunar Wings were only a fragmented part of the connate-grade Lunisolar Wings. No matter how useful and powerful it was, it couldn’t measure up to the completed form.

“Oh?” Yue Longsha swiveled her head, casting a meaningful glance at Qing Han. “You want the Solar Wings, Sir Lu? That’s fine, if you refine a Heaven Descent Pill for my clan.”

“Is that so? I bid you good day then, Miss Yue.” Lu Yun pressed his lips together before turning around.

Yue Longsha gaped slightly, but nothing came out. She hadn’t expected such firmness, but her counteroffer was quite unreasonable.

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