"Level up an alt?"
Zuo Xiaonian froze, then immediately caught on and shouted angrily, "Get lost! You unfilial son, making up stories about your own parents!"
"It really isn't impossible," Zuo Xiaoduo muttered. "Think about it..."
And so Zuo Xiaoduo was driven out by Zuo Xiaonian.
After Zuo Xiaoduo finally fought his way through the entire Dan Origin Realm trial area...
August fifteenth.
Luo Lie and Hu Ruoyun came to notify them.
Everyone would rest for a day, then regroup and prepare to set out for the competition.
Rest for a day?!
For Master Zuo, that was impossible. It was simply too extravagant!
Of course, the more important reason was that Master Zuo was now on the verge of utter destitution.
Over the past several days, Zuo Xiaonian had been spending a large sum of money every day, distributing it to the families of martyrs and military personnel.
Naturally, the funding had to come from Zuo Xiaoduo, the newly minted filthy rich moneybags. And with the latest increase in fines during their evening sparring sessions, Master Zuo's once fairly substantial fortune had, by this day, completely bottomed out.
And this final day was a heaven-sent opportunity for Master Zuo to rake in money. How could he possibly let it slip?
So on this day of rest, Master Zuo went out to set up his stall at four in the morning, truly fighting for every minute and second and profoundly demonstrating his thirst for money.
The Master Zuo who had occasionally blustered, "What does money matter?" just a few days ago was long gone.
Now there was only... Iron Rooster Master Zuo, back online.
News that Master Zuo had set up his stall again spread like the wind. Before long, heads bobbed in a throng before his fortune-telling stall,