"You want to visit the ancient tomb?" Lu Zijia asked.
Mu Tianyan took the pill bottle and nodded. "Yes, martial artists can't just rely on cultivation and practice."
If he wanted to become stronger, resources and combat experience were inevitable.
Hearing that, Lu Zijia certainly agreed. "Okay, let's go together then."
Of course, she had to prepare more life-saving things before she went. There were still six days left. That was enough.
"Master, Master!"
The golden pagoda ran down quickly from upstairs and quickly rushed to the coffee table, facing Lu Zijia.
"Master, where are the pills you refined for me? Master, you can't only care about Boss Yan and not me! Master, you're definitely not the kind of bastard who values love over friends, right?!"
Lu Zijia: "…" Was the golden pagoda flattering her or calling her a bastard in a roundabout way?
