"Thank you, you seem to be quite affluent. It's really too difficult to get supplies in the Human Race Territory."
"I seek no trouble from others, but please protect me."
General Xuelang was genuinely exhausted. It devoured all twenty Eighth-Grade Spirit Pills in one go, and the next moment, it transformed into a wolf form, beginning to restore its qi and blood vitality.
Wang Wu watched it quietly for a while, then let the Companion Demon Vine slowly grow around them. It was enough for protection.
Then, he took out the small tripod from which a rich Spiritual Mist still emanated.
Because there were no less than two million points of Spiritual Qi inside.
Ah, the grace of a beauty, Madam Yu gave him the treasured item of Jade Mountain Manor. Although she said it was a temporary loan back then, there was never a chance to return it.
So, compared to the hungry and tired, worried General Xuelang, Wang Wu was well-supplied.
Another ten or twenty years, he wouldn't have to worry.
