Meng Chuan watched Chu Feng rush toward him, his expression calm.
"Godfather! Godfather!" Chu Feng shouted.
"Something huge happened! Huge!"
"What happened now?" Meng Chuan asked. He was the only one here at the moment.
Monster Yao, Chu Zhiyuan, and his wife still needed to cultivate, unlike Meng Chuan.
Chu Feng stopped in front of Meng Chuan and took out the two bottles of Foundation Establishment Spirit Liquid he had exchanged for in the Evolution Game.
The Evolution Game had said he could not reveal its existence, but it had not said he could not show others the Treasures he had exchanged for.
"Godfather, I was cultivating when two bottles of spirit liquid suddenly fell from the sky and hit me on the head," Chu Feng said.
"Take a look. What does this spirit liquid do?"
At that, Meng Chuan looked at Chu Feng as though he were an idiot.
Are you kidding me?
"Pies don't fall from the sky," Meng Chuan said. "Spirit liquid is even less likely to."
"You never know." Chu Feng shook his head.
His excuse was terrible, and no one would believe it, but Chu Feng did not care.
The way his cultivation soared in an instant every few days was already far from normal.
But Meng Chuan and Yaoyao never seemed surprised or reacted to it, so Chu Feng had stopped worrying.
Compared with how often I level up in seconds, spirit liquid falling from the sky isn't that hard to swallow.
As long as I don't openly mention the Evolution Game, I'm fine.
"Godfather, will this spirit liquid work for me now? It won't cause any problems down the line, right?" Chu Feng asked.
Meng Chuan answered at once:
"It's spirit liquid refined from Divine Medicine and Sacred Medicine. It's just right for