"Hey, you bastard, did you forget Guiling City existed?"
The moment Zuoqiu Ming saw him, he gave Wang Yu a punch.
It was neither light nor heavy, merely a venting of resentment. Wang Yu had left for more than six years in one go, which had truly left Zuoqiu Ming at a loss. No matter how bustling Guiling City was, it was far from as convenient as the Saint Sect Mountain Gate.
Not only had he waited bitterly with no word, he had also learned from Zhuo Shouqing that Wang Yu still had to enter the Blood Abyss—and once he went in, it would be thirty years. By the time Wang Yu came out, he himself would be two hundred years old.
How could he endure that?
Wang Yu gave an awkward smile and spread his hands in explanation.
"Isn't this because I have to help Zhuo Shouqing? You don't want Second Brother to die at Zhuo Shouyun's hands either, right? Among his people, Wang here is the only one who can take on this matter."
Zuoqiu Ming opened his mouth, but in the end he let out a long sigh.
He said dispiritedly, "You're right. Take this Storage Bag. The Spirit Stones Guiling City has earned during this period are all inside."
"Thanks."
Wang Yu accepted it without the slightest courtesy. In a short six years, it had earned another one million three hundred thousand-plus Spirit Stones. As expected of a spirit-production machine—its output was damn high.
This amount had not yet reached its limit. Once the Alchemists and Core Formation Experts he had sent over began to show their effect, the Spirit Stones earned could still be pulled up another notch.
Seeing the two of them so familiar with each other, Zhuo Shouqing quietly let out a breath