"I'll go to my master later and see if I can borrow some money to buy you healing pills."
Demon Illusion Fairy voiced her idea.
Jiang Ping An drained the wine in his cup in one gulp. "No need to trouble yourself. I can solve this problem myself."
Her willingness to lend him several tens of billions did not mean they would be even once he paid her back after becoming wealthy.
There was also the favor of her willingness to lend him the money.
Debts of gratitude were the hardest to repay.
"Are you sure you can solve it yourself?"
Demon Illusion Fairy stared suspiciously at Jiang Ping An.
Several tens of billions was no small sum. Even though she had been accepted as a Closed-Door Disciple, she could not produce that much money.
How could this man, now a menial servant, solve it himself?
At that moment, a woman beside them spoke with a smile.
"Miss Demon, why are you so concerned about him? You're even willing to lend him several tens of billions. How about lending me several tens of billions too, so I can break through to the Lord God Realm?"
Demon Illusion Fairy immediately raised her voice in retort. "Who's concerned about him?! I just want to beat this poker-faced bastard up, but with him in this state, beating him up would give me no sense of accomplishment."
She glanced at Jiang Ping An, afraid he might misunderstand something.
She stood up. "Since you have a way to solve the problem, then solve it yourself. Hurry up and recover your cultivation. I want to beat you up soon and stuff my feet into your mouth! Hmph!"
Demon Illusion Fairy gave a cold snort and went to chat with the others.
As a formal disciple, although