Do You Want to Make a Deal?

The most painful thing in life was having to struggle for survival in one's twilight years.

At this moment, the old Cavefolk deeply understood the flavor of those words. Following Li Ziran's commands, he threw himself with all his strength toward the distance. Every time he landed, a chorus of delighted cheers would rise.

"Oh, I won! He landed in my square this time!" It was Ivy, the most bashful girl, with a rather unusual name. At this moment, she was as excited as if she had defeated an Archmage.

Li Ziran yawned. The bone-piercing chill kept drilling down his collar and into his body, ruthlessly plundering what little warmth remained.

Having spent years in the southeast of the Wasteland, he truly could not adapt to the bitter cold of the far west. The deeper the night became, the more severely this region was affected by the Ice Plains Tide. Thinking that he would have to make his way here in the future gave him a headache.

He disliked the cold, especially an environment with such drastic temperature swings. He could not enter a cultivation state at all.

"Wood, where the hell is this guy?" Li Ziran muttered softly. Looking at the girls, a thought slowly rose in his mind.

If they were from the Inquisition, then they surely knew the prison where Wood was hiding.

Wood had been recommended by Sandrew. Since Sandrew said the man understood organs well, it definitely was not the ordinary sort of understanding.

The Shadow Society base was important, but to Li Ziran, improving his own abilities was even more important.

If he found Wood, perhaps he could raise the level of his organs another step, especially his Magic Organs. His skill in that area was still far from master level.

He needed someone