"Farewell!"
He Pingsheng cupped his hands and prepared to leave.
"Hold on, you brat..." Above him, True Person West Lake suddenly called him back.
He Pingsheng stopped and asked, "Is there anything else, Patriarch?"
He truly worried that the patriarch might offer herself to him.
But he soon realized he had been mistaken.
True Person West Lake said, "He Pingsheng... what did you just give me?"
"Why..."
"Why do I feel that my lifespan has increased by a great deal?"
"A hundred years..."
"This... this..."
When she first swallowed the Icefield Divine Dew, True Person West Lake had felt nothing. Only now did she sense the change in her lifespan.
He Pingsheng smiled. "It's a third-grade spirit liquid called Icefield Divine Dew!"
"One drop can fill the dantian of a Golden Core Stage cultivator and also extend their lifespan by a hundred years!"
"However, your spirit root isn't of the water attribute, so it can't fill your dantian..."
"So that's it!" West Lake's gaze shifted slightly as she looked at him. "He Pingsheng, just who are you?"
"I absolutely refuse to believe you're merely a Foundation Establishment Realm disciple!"
As she spoke, West Lake shook her head. Could a Foundation Establishment Realm disciple possess something like this?
He Pingsheng said, "Don't overthink it. It won't do you any good!"
"Please keep my secret, Patriarch!"
"See you later!"
He Pingsheng waved and paid West Lake no further attention, continuing downward instead.
Once again, he took on Zhu Ci's appearance.
The deeper he descended, the denser he felt the aura of the nine-heavens mystic fire become.
"This..." He Pingsheng frowned. "No way... could all the aura of the nine-heavens mystic fire have settled at the bottom of this sinkhole?"
"Excellent. I'll go down and look for it..."
"But if I run into