"Huh? Don't tell me Lao Mo is also..."
"..."
Zhao Ci ignored him and walked straight over to Yang Mo. "Lao Mo, how did your practice session go last night?"
He was genuinely concerned about Yang Mo.
After all, a golden wish was on the line, not to mention a Divine Cocoon talent that sounded ridiculously powerful.
He desperately needed either one of them.
Yang Mo's expression stiffened for a moment before he quickly forced a smile. "It went great. I've finally found a direction. However, to fully unearth my talent, I'll still need some medicine that can nourish the Primordial Spirit. Brother Ci, about that..."
Zhao Ci agreed without hesitation. "I'll send someone to Pill Workshop Street to buy them right now. The Practice Room is all yours today."
Yang Mo was touched, but the more grateful he felt, the greater the pressure became.
This debt of gratitude kept growing.
'How can I ever repay him?'
He sat down in silence, waiting for the pills to be brought back.
