"I've deposited a batch of Spirit Blood of All Beings with Ming Luo Hall for you. Please accept it."
A snakeskin bag was tossed over. It contained nearly one thousand Jade Vases, each filled with Spirit Blood of All Beings.
The Qishan Demon Lord still had a vivid memory of the thrashing he had received. Fearing that Lord Mingluo would come again, he had prepared an escape route for himself early on.
If the people from Ming Luo Hall were weak, he would use his horns to teach them a lesson. If they were strong? Isn't this a perfect opportunity to be of use?
As the Palm-Sized Heavenly Realm dispersed, Chang Mei Lao Yuan finally regained his freedom.
He stood not far away with the sickly Huang Hu, their eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
Brown-nosers!
