Late at night, Gu Jianlin made himself a cup of instant coffee in the bedroom of his apartment.
He lay on the bed with a sense of relief, fiddling with the pistol in his hand.
This was obtained from the Butcher.
A gun might not mean much, but the significance behind it was monumental.
"The restraints left by the Candle Dragon Venerable back then have long degraded; I've already broken through six layers of them. Previously, I was able to project my whispers into the real world using ancient tokens, but now when I log into the main account, I can even try transferring items using Divine Servants and ancient tokens. I just don't know if there's a limit to the size."
He mused for a moment: "When I enter the Qilin Immortal Palace, I can definitely make good use of this."
Isn't this essentially having a portable, anytime-anywhere warehouse?
The key to what's stored in the warehouse lies in people!
Whenever Gu Jianlin needs something, he can directly command the Divine Servants.
