The story of the White Grain Warehouse still has one final chapter.
The Flowing Corpses are still battling with the Imperial Army of Beijing.
Without the involvement of these outsiders, their strength is almost evenly matched, neither side can defeat the other.
"Now the question is, who should we help to win?"
If Yang Min and these subdued Cow and Horse Golden Core cultivators stand with one side, that side will win this war with absolute advantage.
"By the way, what are the conditions for you to leave here? Did the Flowing Corpse Leader tell you?"
Jieyu stroked his white beard.
"After we win the city siege, we will receive the Flowing Corpse Leader's reward, and then we can leave here."
"Hmm... same as me."
Yang Min was actually quite anticipating this reward earlier, after all, he was preparing to breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Stage, extra preparation never hurts.
But now, having achieved the Nascent Soul amidst life and death, everything feels... unappealing.
