If possible, Fang Weidong didn't want to do this either. After all, they still had to take quite a risk. If their luck wasn't good and they encountered a powerful cultivator again, they might not be so fortunate, only losing spiritual objects but still keeping their lives.
But there's no choice, the loss this time was too great. They must find a way to recover as much as possible, otherwise, their future path of cultivation would become extraordinarily difficult.
No money means no progress. Not only does this apply to mortals, but it also applies to them! Even more severely.
"Who exactly are those two?"
Before setting off, he was still pondering this question in his heart.
...
Li Zhirui and Fu Chengguang, who had already left the battlefield, stopped on a remote barren mountain, preparing to count the spiritual objects they just obtained.
However, before that, Fu Chengguang asked the question in his mind, "Fellow Daoist, why did you urge me to end the fight quickly?"
