Ah Er returned to Mi Mountain in high spirits and promptly stuffed a booklet into Bai Mo's hands.
Inside, the performance of the disciples who took the Pills was recorded.
Bai Mo flipped through it briefly. A slip of paper fell out, and he caught it. On it was written the name and price of a Flying Ship.
It wasn't expensive—fifteen hundred Spirit Stones—which was considered a very low-end configuration.
"Why did you pick this model? It's not a very good one."
Hearing this, Ah Er's heart subconsciously tightened. Its eyes widened, and it stared anxiously at Bai Mo.
It had heard from some of its companions.
Many Cultivators loved using all sorts of verbal tricks. No matter what they said, they would always stall and never fulfill the promises they casually made.
'Absolutely despicable.'
By now, many of its companions had grown used to it.
Whenever their masters made a promise, they would just act excited and work hard.
