"I absolutely love you! As expected of my good junior brother, it's no wonder I dote on you so much."
"Senior brother, people say favors should be returned. How about you give me that Ten Thousand Year Blood Ginseng of yours? Actually, even half of it would be fine. Hey, why are you walking so fast? I'm a wastrel now, I can't catch up."
.......
Yan Xiaohu was still too stingy. In the end, he only gave Zhou Qing two roots. Thinking back to that day, Zhou Qing regretted not biting off a couple more pieces when that huge Blood Ginseng was stuffed into his mouth.
He heard that the master had gone into closed-door training to fully refine the Soul Breath Immortal Grass.
After that, he took out the remaining two pieces of Flame Spirit Blood Ointment for today's inspection.
