Su City Dragon Martial.
Inside the sanctuary, Lu Chenzhou opened his palm, a small jade bottle hovering in the air.
Once opened, a rich and pure fragrance drifted out. Inside was a drop of milky white liquid.
Bai Miaomiao and the others at his side merely smelled it, and felt their hearts and minds clear and uplifted.
The ordinary people all around felt as if elevated to immortality, their physical constitution enhanced in an instant, all fatigue swept away.
"Earth Mother's Origin Milk, one million battle merit..." An Earth Grade treasure. Old Ji wouldn't even dare to dream of it; even to a Grandmaster, this is immensely precious.
"Chenzhou deserves it. The tally of demons he's slain amounts to several hundred thousand battle merit, not to mention—there's also a protector." Qingtian Cang said.
"If not for Brother Lu single-handedly drawing all the demon attacks, this sanctuary might not have held." Bai Miaomiao said.
