After leaving the Secret Realm, Meng Shenzhou still had not recovered from his earlier shock. He looked up at Lin Shuguang several times.
Unable to help himself, he leaned closer and said, "Are you serious? No, I don't quite get it. Aren't you keeping them for your own cultivation?"
Lin Shuguang looked over. "Do you want any?"
Meng Shenzhou scratched his head, seemingly a little embarrassed to speak because he was short on cash.
Just then, Chu Xiongtian leaned closer and whispered, "Can I buy two?"
"Sure." Lin Shuguang nodded. "Don't you want more?"
Chu Xiongtian shook his head with a wry smile. "I really don't have that much money."
"By the way, are you short on money?"
Chu Xiongtian and Meng Shenzhou both looked at Lin Shuguang.
Lin Shuguang hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Do you know any ways to make some?"
Chu Xiongtian frowned. "The most profitable way would definitely be going to Fulong Cave, but we'll be confined here for at least a month. We definitely can't get out during that time."
Lin Shuguang knew this too, so he had no other options.
"I've got it!" Meng Shenzhou suddenly shouted. Looking at Lin Shuguang, he quickly said, "Come to think of it, this has something to do with the Secret Pavilion. The Secret Pavilion is controlled by Demon Martial's Elder Council..."
Seeing that Meng Shenzhou was about to launch into another lengthy account of the historical background,
Chu Xiongtian's mouth twitched. As for Meng Shenzhou's storytelling abilities... he had experienced them firsthand at the activity center earlier, but he did not dare say anything.
It was Lin Shuguang who interrupted. "Get straight to the point."
"..." Denied the chance to show off his knowledge, Meng Shenzhou looked rather aggrieved, but still answered, "The Elder Council once established a