Within the main palace, Hua Qingcheng did not notice the people who tried to enter the seventh level together with him. He turned towards Rong Yuan and asked, “Master, where’s the Huanyang Grass?”

Rong Yuan waved his hand lightly, disapproving of Hua Qingcheng’s formalities towards him. He took out the Huanyang Grass from his sleeve, “Elder Hua, I’ve already told you not to address me that way. The Huanyang Grass actually belongs to Lingzhi. It was also I who made the promise to Elder Mei, so the person that you should thank is her and not me.”

Hua Qingcheng immediately understood what he meant. Originally, Rong Yuan had not wanted to show the rest that he had successfully reached the seventh level. If everyone thought that only one of them had reached the seventh level, then they could keep the Huanyang Grass for themselves without anyone coveting over it. Now that Hua Qingcheng had so desperately begged for it, Rong Yuan had no choice but to show his face as well. This was...