"Number 69, from now on, you're cleaning the toilet alone."
Su Yue shouted angrily.
What are you? Can't you think straight?
"Incense Master, let me explain."
Wang Lu Feng was scared out of his wits.
What a joke, making me clean the toilet alone.
This guy is a bit smarter than Zhou Yuncan; he stuffed all the pills into his crotch without a word.
Then he ran out to give Su Yue a back massage, acting like a sycophant.
Zhou Yuncan sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating with closed eyes.
Impressive.
The pills that Su Yue brought back were seven or eight times more effective than Qi Blood Pills, making his cultivation speed soar.
In the dormitory, lots of hardworking martial artists were practicing. Zhou Yuncan didn't seem out of place.
The stronger effect was also normal.
If a martial artist takes too many pills, their body will develop a resistance.
The effects of Qi Blood Pills will inevitably weaken over time.
