"Thank you, Brother Qin. This kindness, I, Fatty Bai, will remember for a lifetime."
Fatty Bai's face was full of gratitude.
The Bai Family's current predicament was tough, precisely because the number of Immortal Venerable realm experts was limited, and his father had yet to break through to the Immortal Venerable realm, thus facing repression from the other two major families.
"Hehe, wait until it's successfully refined before thanking me, it's not too late. Let's go, Brother Bai, let's go."
Qin Yang smiled and said.
"Hmm."
Fatty Bai nodded.
Screech~!
The Flying Thunder Eagle let out a cry, circling in mid-air.
"Friend Qin, please wait."
Just as Qin Yang and Fatty Bai were about to ride the Flying Thunder Eagle to leave, an aged voice suddenly rang out, calling Qin Yang.
"Hmm?"
Qin Yang raised his brow, his gaze turned to the figure that had spoken. That figure was none other than the loose cultivator, Old Mu.
"What is it, friend?"
Qin Yang looked at Old Mu, puzzled.
