Just as Zhang Yu was looking at the bank balance in front of him, Fu Ji's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Zhang Yu, you finally made some money. Isn't it time to help me buy ancient relics?"
Getting into the top ten, joining a sect, then earning a salary to buy antiques to fulfill the Evil God's wishes... this was the path Zhang Yu had confirmed through a ritual to complete his desires.
Hearing Fu Ji bring up this matter, Zhang Yu merely smiled and said, "I know even if you don't mention it."
"Look, didn't I just place an order for you?"
Looking at the ancient relic worth 1 Immortal Coin that Zhang Yu casually bought in the Law Realm, Fu Ji couldn't help but say, "1 Immortal Coin? At least it should be 10 Immortal Coins, right? This is my dignity as a seasoned Evil God."
