"Looks like your ancestor has a Blessed Source of his own, or maybe he's just benefiting from your good luck." Zhang Deming smiled and turned back to a slightly stunned Li Shifan. "What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and take it. Isn't this stuff basically a tonic for your ancestor?"
Hearing this, Li Shifan snapped back to his senses. With a wave of his hand, he collected the illusory orb. Then he looked at Zhang Deming and said hesitantly, "Senior Brother, you're giving all of these spoils to me. Is that... really okay?"
Zhang Deming chuckled. "I never said I was giving them to you for free. Besides, if you really feel that bad, how about you let me have first pick if we find something truly good later?"
"Deal!" Li Shifan replied without hesitation.
