"What's going on?"
Lu Zheng was dumbfounded. Was there really such a big difference between becoming an apprentice at Rizhao Temple and Chunyang Palace?
Why?
Lu Zheng didn't understand, but he was greatly impressed, and no matter what, those thousands of strands of Light of Fortune couldn't be fake.
"Moreover, two thousand, almost three thousand strands of Light of Fortune?" Lu Zheng looked at Li Lingyu in disbelief. Did this guy really have such strong potential and fortune?
And was this fortune gained or lost? Damn, if it was lost, would it lead to an early death?
The harvest was too much at one time, making Lu Zheng uneasy and apprehensive.
"Good, good, good!"
With the ceremony of accepting disciples completed, Lin Yi couldn't help but laugh heartily. He looked at Li Lingyu with increasing satisfaction, and there was also an appreciative look in his eyes when he gazed at Lu Zheng.
