Upon hearing Fang Lin's words, the black-robed woman suddenly looked towards him, fury in her eyes.
"What else do you want me to do?" the black-robed woman asked, her tone slightly unpleasant.
Fang Lin nodded slightly, "You are the guardian of this place, the master here, naturally, I seek your assistance."
"I have already helped you once," the black-robed woman said coldly.
"Helping once is help, helping twice is also help; what's wrong with helping a few more times?" Fang Lin said with a smile, looking somewhat shameless.
"I will only help you once," the black-robed woman said, not wanting to waste another word on Fang Lin, and turned to leave.
Fang Lin did not mind; he watched as the figure of the black-robed woman disappeared from his sight.
"Kid, are you giving up on the Fire Spirit Silkworm?" the Old Dried Corpse asked, sounding a bit puzzled.
"Of course not, but asking for it now probably won't work; let's not rush," Fang Lin said, smiling.
