"It's quiet outside now, let's head out first."
"Alright, once we're out, let's divide the spoils."
Ji Yuan reached out and patted his Storage Bag.
He hadn't forgotten that inside was a Golden Core Cultivator's Storage Bag.
Dong Qian glanced over, "Forget it, Junior Brother, you just keep it yourself. Don't forget, I've got all those Foundation Establishment Cultivators' Storage Bags with me."
"How can that be right?"
"Just take it when I tell you to take it." Dong Qian sized up Ji Yuan with a glance and said with a snort, "You've served well, so consider it a reward."
Ji Yuan: "???"
"Alright, Senior Sister, seems like you're unsatisfied. Want to go for another round of three hundred bouts?"
"No, no, I was wrong, isn't that enough?"
"..."
Half a day later.
Outside the Ancient Battlefield Ruins at Yaofeng Market.
After changing their appearances, Ji Yuan and Dong Qian rented a courtyard. For what purpose?
For cultivation, of course.
