If this thing can be fully brought back to life and start growing again, that'd be a huge profit.
After all, this is a treasured item of the Eighth Realm Powerhouse Hong Dao.
Night deepened, thick fog blanketed the land, ninety percent of the area was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, yet Yao Guang City was ablaze with lights, skyscrapers rising one after another, as if they were about to pierce the heavens.
"Brother Zheng Guang, are you resting?" Ji Xingran came visiting, calling softly.
Qin Ming pushed open the door and invited him in.
This was Zhou Tian's little junior; when they first arrived in Yao Guang City, it was him who received Qin Ming, Niu Wuwei and the others.
Ji Xingran was a bit restrained, because he and Bai Zilan had personally witnessed just how fierce this lowest‑ranked Great Saint really was—he actually defeated Meng Zhiyu in a battle at the same level.
