Making Money!

In the blink of an eye, six hours passed.

Nan Rou and Bai You, who had been fast asleep, woke one after the other.

They had actually been awake for quite a while; they simply hadn't gotten out of bed.

Each had one of Qin Guan's arms and one of his legs: an arm tucked against her chest, a leg held beneath her.

As they gazed at Qin Guan's profile, they felt happier than they could say.

"Rou'er, let's let him get some proper rest. We should go cultivate," Bai You suddenly said to Nan Rou telepathically.

"Okay."

Nan Rou nodded gently.

The two women carefully got up, then disappeared.

Just then, ten enormous warships suddenly appeared above Wang Sheng Pavilion.

"Qi Mingchang, get out here and meet your death!"

On one of the warships, the Ghost Armored Rakshasa Commander shouted angrily down at Wang Sheng Pavilion.

Before his words had even faded, Qi Mingchang, Xuan Bo, two Twenty-fourth Realm cultivators, four Twenty-third Realm cultivators, and all the capable guards from Wang Sheng Pavilion appeared on the scene.

Seeing that the Soul Devouring Merchant Association had sent Tian Mo and Mo Tian, two core Elders of the Twenty-fifth Realm, along with two thousand Ghost Armored Rakshasa, Qi Mingchang and the others grew visibly grim.

"I wonder what brings the two Elders, Tian Mo and Mo Tian, here?" Qi Mingchang cupped his hands and smiled up at them.

At this, Tian Mo snorted. "Qi Mingchang, you're truly bold! You're on the brink of death, yet you're still pretending to play dumb."

"On the brink of death? Why would I be on the brink of death?" Qi Mingchang dropped the act and straightened his back, looking at Tian Mo without a hint of fear.

Seeing that Qi Mingchang wasn't the least bit