If their ranks were like a novel, with Nascent Souls everywhere and Divinity Transformations as common as dogs, there wouldn't be this frustration; they'd just push through directly!
If any little ghost dared to come out, they'd scatter his ancestor's ashes!
The moonlight was deep, and the journey silent.
When they were near Y City, Zhang Xingmin finally came to his senses, turned his head, and said, "Please rest assured, Daoist Masters, your actions this time will be reported truthfully to secure the highest rewards for you!"
"Someone has already paid for your rewards."
Ning An shook his head and said, "It's not far from Z City, if similar problems arise later that you can't handle, just come to Changchun Temple to find me."
"Alright, alright, thank you, Daoist Master."
These weren't empty words; after all, the country gave him such benefits for Changchun Temple, and he couldn't solve the problem, truly feeling undeserving.
