"All right, sit."
Zhou Xuan sat down first, as if he had merely done something trivial.
Tan Lei sat down after him. After making the oath, his entire bearing had undergone a dramatic transformation.
The Death Qi and twilight aura that had clung to him for more than a decade vanished without a trace, replaced by the sharpness and edge of someone reborn!
He looked at Zhou Xuan, a trace of urgency in his eyes, and asked, "Then when do we start?"
Zhou Xuan shook his head.
"No rush."
"Repairing your Dantian will take a tremendous cost and a lot of materials. I've just used up quite a bit, so I need some time to prepare."
Zhou Xuan was telling the truth. It was just that the cost he meant wasn't spiritual power or mental energy, but the very real Gold Touch Value.
[Metal Touch Value: 213 points]
Earlier, to stay alive, he had used Enlightenment on all the remaining bags of Mutated Spirit Rice he'd absorbed, turning them into genuine Spirit Rice—a full hundred catties. The process had cost him several thousand points of Gold Touch Value, leaving him with just over two hundred.
Now, all his worldly possessions amounted to a measly 213 points.
And the system's quote for repairing Tan Lei's Dantian was 5,000 points of Gold Touch Value!
The gap between them was like a heavenly chasm.
He simply couldn't afford it right now.
Besides, Zhou Xuan had no intention of healing him immediately.
The human heart was hard to fathom. Even with the restraint of a Heaven's Dao Oath, there was no guarantee that nothing would go wrong.
Only by keeping Tan Lei's intense desire and hope for a healed Dantian alive would he remain utterly devoted to working for Zhou Xuan.
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