Three million souls!
Zhang Fusheng found it hard to calculate.
Three thousand life souls for one piece of great medicine, three million souls could buy a thousand pieces of natural medicine!!
This was definitely a huge amount—otherwise, those martial artists wouldn't need to consume 'artificial great medicine' to uncover great secrets.
If natural ones were available, who would eat the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys of a True Man?
Three million life souls.....
More than enough to elevate oneself to the Grandmaster level—and with plenty to spare!
No.
To be precise, it's the Great Grandmaster level.
Zhang Fusheng had never felt that the Great Grandmaster level was so close to him.
"Mr. Zhang?"
Chu Jipeng's puzzled voice rang out:
"The old man is waiting for you in the back hall?"
Zhang Fusheng let out a turbid breath, raised his eyelids, glanced at Chu Jipeng, and suddenly frowned.
