The man frowned, looking up and down at Jing Chu and Jing Ya. Jing Ya was lying limply on the ground, his eyebrows drooping heavily. He pointed to the massive stone tablet hanging high in front of him, but his gaze was even fiercer. "If you came for the medicine, wait by your dagger for my report."
As soon as he uttered this, the person was about to leave, but he wanted Jing Chu, whom no one could catch up with, to give it a tug.
This person, without a trace of a bank card in hand, specifically wrote a few numbers on his palm, and Jing Chu said, "Anyone who labors, it's intriguing, still please the Immortal."
Soon, with his wallet, this person was more satisfied, but said, "I am not a fairy tale, but I am fortunate to have brought the method of the Immortal Disciple to your door today. It is related to you, and I will notify you. If anyone else comes to you, it's best to report my grandson's name."
