Li Yan nodded after hearing this.
"Which cell had Brother Li been in before? If you hadn't been transferred here, we might not even have gotten to see each other one last time."
At this moment, Buluo changed the subject.
"With a monk named Fake. I went on a mission with them once, and after returning, I received the 'Life-Prolonging Yang Pill' you took."
Li Yan said.
"So it was that bald donkey Fake. That man was vicious beyond measure. The longest-lived cultivators under him are probably those two now.
Those two are his loyal lackeys. Whenever no one else can be used, they will willingly use their own lifespan to complete missions without even needing Fake to order them.
Who would have thought that even such a vicious monk as Fake would be driven to this state? Heh heh heh..."
Buluo let out a hoarse laugh.
He understood the meaning behind Li Yan's words. Monk Fake must have suffered considerable losses this time, since Li Yan had obtained a "Life-Prolonging Yang Pill."
To receive such a reward, they would need at least three "Other Shore Flowers" over five hundred years old, or ten "Other Shore Flowers" around three hundred years old.
Li Yan certainly would not use his own lifespan. Without question, Fake and his two companions had been the unlucky ones.
Buluo had been unconscious the whole time, so he knew nothing about what had happened in the plaza earlier. Yet he had quickly guessed Fake's fate with little deviation from the truth.
Still, in that case, Monk Fake had temporarily saved him instead, allowing him to unexpectedly meet Li Yan.
Buluo did not ask about Li Yan's cultivation. Though Fake was still very powerful, he had been here for quite some time, and his physical strength was