"Oh, no problem, no problem at all. I am your martial uncle, these small matters are naturally easy to handle."
On the table, Spirit Stones piled into a small hill, Yun Chi contentedly used one to file his nails.
His money! Cen Lizhui's heart ached like it was bleeding, but he still forced a smile: "So, martial uncle, when will you go?"
"Oh, I'm in a bad mood today, might catch a cold tomorrow, the day after tomorrow..." Yun Chi counted casually.
Hey! How can you already plan to catch a cold tomorrow? That's too perfunctory!
Seeing the veins pop on Cen Lizhui's forehead, Yun Chi finally relented: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Recently, the mortal world in the north is experiencing a great drought, and our Immortal Sect needs to keep an eye on things."
"Keeping an eye? So, even though we have the ability, we still won't intervene like before?" Cen Lizhui asked.
