Qin Yu immediately realized the crisis Danxin Herb Hall was about to face.
Survival of the fittest.
No matter which world, it's always the same.
As soon as you show weakness, someone will pounce and feast on your flesh.
Danxin Herb Hall is no exception.
So everything happening now makes sense.
"Five years!"
Qin Yu remembered his Master's wife mentioning it before, but honestly, he hadn't paid much attention. Now it dawned on him—what she meant was, Danxin Herb Hall can only hold out for five more years at most!
He did a rough calculation, but still felt uneasy.
Sure, his Root Bone could improve, and his cultivation speed would increase, but… his waist really couldn't handle it.
Even if you rely on supplements, you've got to have some balance.
Qin Yu suddenly felt a bit jealous of his little wifey.
Why doesn't he have that kind of recovery ability?!
