But just as quickly, the aura vanished.
The skinny old man stretched and said, "These are this month's resources. The Weapons are inside. Go pick one for yourself."
Three bottles of Elixirs sat on the table, their specific functions labeled.
The Qi and Blood Pills were for replenishing Qi and blood, the Qi Gathering Pills were for aiding Cultivation, and the Rejuvenating Pills were for Healing injuries.
Shen Bai gave them a quick look. Each bottle contained a month's supply.
Not too much, not too little—just enough.
Shen Bai didn't waste any time. He nodded, took the Elixirs, and prepared to head inside.
Just then, the skinny old man suddenly moved.
A Longsword materialized in the skinny old man's hand, and he thrust it straight at Shen Bai.
The Swordsmanship was simple and direct, without a hint of deceit or feint—it was utterly righteous and forthright.
Shen Bai felt the hairs on his body stand on end as a sense of danger washed over him.
