That fool of a woman, Liu Ruyan, had thought her reforms were so brilliant. She had cut off countless people's paths—and severed the little path he had carefully planned for himself.
But she could never have imagined that her single slash had forced him to see an even broader Heavenly Path!
Still, rice had to be eaten one mouthful at a time, and roads had to be walked one step at a time.
Opening a shop required startup capital, and, more importantly, a steady source of goods to keep it running.
At present, his most reliable and abundant source of goods was the endless supply of Waste Pills from Fairy Danhuo, Zhang Ling.
It had been over a month since they last met. At the rate that woman blew up her furnace, her Pill Room was probably piled high again.
It was time to restock.
As Zhou Xuan headed toward the area where the Inner Sect Disciples lived, he rapidly weighed his options.
Last time, he had turned down Zhang Ling's invitation, and she had clearly been unhappy about it.
With her naive and stubborn nature, he couldn't show up empty-handed this time.
He had to bring her a gift and smooth things over.
What should he get her? Zhou Xuan's mind raced.
Pills? The thought had barely crossed his mind before he crushed it.
Giving pills to an Alchemist—especially one who thought so highly of herself and dreamed day and night of becoming a master—would be like slapping her in the face.
An Alchemy Furnace? Even worse.
Zhang Ling was the daughter of the Law Enforcement Elder, with a powerful background. Was she short on money?
The furnace she used was probably worth more than every Dharma Artifact he had ever seen put together.
With everything he owned, he