"This old man is really shady!"
Zhang Menglong looked at the tiny bottle with only 10 drops of Cold Marrow Jade Dew left.
Initially, they had agreed to split it fifty-fifty, but just now, Qi Congyun claimed that his life-saving effort entitled him to an extra 10 drops, calling it a 'protection fee'.
"Hmph! You're still a rookie compared to me!" Zhang Menglong took out the bottle filled with 87 drops of Cold Marrow Jade Dew, "Luckily, I kept a secret stash, otherwise you'd have taken all the benefits!"
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"What the heck happened?" When Zhang Menglong returned to the capital of the Hong Yun Empire, he saw a chaotic scene at the city walls — almost a stretch of dozens of kilometers broken into fragments, even these fragments were covered in a thick layer of frost.
On the ground, large feathers remained, and aside from that, there was blue blood emitting cold air.
The people on the city wall were busy transporting the wounded, appearing exceptionally busy.
