"Rangiku..." The revived Gin Ichimaru's limbs were somewhat stiff, but he still did his utmost to reach out and touch Rangiku Matsumoto's cheek, confirming that the person before him was real. "What am I...?"
"You idiot!" With a smack, Rangiku Matsumoto slapped Gin Ichimaru across the face, then hugged him tightly, her body trembling slightly. "Why do you leave every time without telling me?!"
A bright red handprint appeared on his face. However, they were both phantoms and had not revealed their true forms. At that moment, they were looking down at the Dragon Clan below.
A box of hazelnut pastries from Ziyue Pavilion cost two taels of silver, a roast duck from Fude Tower cost eight mace of silver, while Baihua Brew from Shengyun Tower cost a full five taels of silver per jin.
Ripples spread across the barrier. Jiang completely relaxed. It was a very sturdy barrier; it seemed that both she and the Qiongnin Sword Sect would survive.
"No, if you want to practice martial arts in the future, you'll need a lot of money. This big sister is especially rich—even my money was given by her. She'll support your martial arts training in the future. When you grow up and become stronger, would you be willing to work for her?" Fang Xiu crouched down.
He was not lying. Tower Ancestor was no ordinary being and had tremendous potential for development. As for whether they could develop anything from it, that would require everyone's efforts.
But most importantly, the War King's face was deathly pale, and he could not even maintain his composure. The attire symbolizing his status as the War King was badly damaged as well.
Just then, a startled cry suddenly came from nearby. The two hurriedly looked in its direction and saw a man