The hateful Evil King's Crusade had destroyed the Dragon Locking Tower, yet that still wasn't enough. It had even targeted so many innocent people. Ling Yun's brows drew tightly together.
When Beibei heard that the very cute little monk had gotten into trouble, her entire little face filled with icy intent. Furrowing her brows slightly, she muttered with her lips pursed.
Those spirit stones had originally been meant to treat the little monk's illness. Now they were in Beibei's hands. She shook her head, then pressed her storage ring against her chest, unwilling to take it out, and gazed at Ling Yun with wide, pleading eyes.
Ling Yun was torn between laughter and tears. This time, they had to treat the little monk. Beibei would never take out a storage ring once it had reached her pocket—what a little miser.
"I'll deal with this later."
Upon hearing that, Arhat Xiu Luo was immensely grateful. The worries that had plagued him these past few days were finally resolved.
"Big Monk Uncle, Amitabha. Don't worry! Leave it to my handsome shu-shu. Once he steps in, it'll definitely be a piece of cake!"
Beibei spoke in her milky little voice, making Ling Yun burst into hearty laughter.
"Emperor Lord, can you really restore his dantian?" Demon Moon Empress asked, blinking.
"I can!"
For Ling Yun, restoring a dantian was far too easy. However, to avoid shocking the world, he planned to use medicinal pills.
"Please, Emperor Lord, you must save that child."
"Mm... These are the medicinal ingredients needed to restore his dantian. Go buy them all." Ling Yun took out a sheet of paper, wrote down five or six ingredients, and placed it on the table.
His meaning was obvious: he wanted Arhat Xiu Luo to go buy the ingredients. Ling Yun