Quasi-Saint

"Eh, logged off?"

Song Ankang had just logged off when Treasure Supplier entered the chat group right after him, only catching a glimpse of Song Ankang's departing figure. He was just a little too late.

Treasure Supplier sighed regretfully. It seemed he would have to wait until the next time Ten-Mile Boss logged in to tell him this good news. He might as well leave a wisp of his immortal soul in the chat group.

Once Song Ankang began cultivating, several months passed. Only then did he enter the chat group again, preparing to trade with Talent Bug Aman at the agreed-upon time.

Treasure Supplier: "Ten-Mile Boss, you're online."

Treasure Supplier had kept a wisp of his immortal soul in the chat group all this time. He had been harassed quite a bit by Kunlun All-Knowing and Twelve Wings lately, so the moment he saw Song Ankang, he felt inexplicably delighted.

Ten-Mile Slope Sword God: "What is it, Treasure?"

He had originally called him Treasure Boss, but after Song Ankang asked Treasure Supplier to forge Half-step Saint Artifacts, Treasure Supplier repeatedly declined, not daring to accept the title. Seeing Treasure Supplier refuse again and again, Song Ankang did not insist.

However, from then on, the way they addressed each other reversed. Treasure Supplier began calling Song Ankang Ten-Mile Boss, while Song Ankang changed from calling Treasure Supplier Treasure Boss to simply Treasure.

The reversal came naturally between them.

Treasure Supplier: "I noticed that Ten-Mile Boss seemed to be urgently in need of Saint Pills and Saint Medicine that could break through limits lately, so I traded with other shopkeepers for a batch of Flying Cloud Pills. There are 120 of them. Does Ten-Mile Boss need them?"

Ten-Mile Slope Sword God: "Yes, yes, I do. Thank you, Treasure."

Although Treasure Supplier