Zhuang Ziling truly was a man who could charm anyone. With him deliberately trying to cultivate goodwill, the atmosphere along the way was neither stiff nor solemn.
Moreover, he could set aside his pride. Although he was more than twice Liu Yu's age, he showed no embarrassment at calling himself a junior brother.
Inside the stately, imposing Sect Main Hall, the two took turn after turn, walking for nearly half a quarter of an hour before reaching a broad corridor.
The corridor was about forty to fifty feet wide, with storerooms holding various goods on either side. The plaques above their doors bore the storerooms' names in the common language of the Cultivation World.
"First-tier pills" "Standard-issue magical artifacts"
"First-tier spirit grasses" "First-tier spirit herbs"
"First-tier Spirit Materials"
With a casual sweep of his gaze, Liu Yu took in the names of the storerooms.
Naturally, he understood their purposes and knew what was stored inside.
Though the storerooms were not large, if they held storage magical artifacts filled with various Spirit Materials and resources, just how much could they contain?
Looking at the dozens of storerooms stretching to the end of his sight, Liu Yu made a rough estimate and could not help inwardly clicking his tongue.
His meager wealth amounted to nothing compared with even one of these storerooms.
If...
Suddenly, another "bold" idea arose in Liu Yu's mind.
But remembering that he had come to collect resources for core formation and return to prepare for his attempt to break through the Golden Core bottleneck, he abandoned that idea.
Most importantly, a Golden Core Elder guarded this place.
Though only one was present in the open, there was no telling how many were hidden.
Besides, even one could easily suppress him as he was now.
"Senior Brother Liu, this