After Shuang Qingqing left, Li Yan thought it over. Since he had decided to explore the ancient city of cultivators, he needed to prepare some things himself.
Afterward, he went out to visit the various shops in the city. First, to replenish all kinds of Pills; second, to see whether he might stumble upon anything good by chance.
It was not until half a day later that Li Yan returned to the inn. He had bought quite a few Pills and talismans, making every preparation he could think of.
But expecting to encounter some unexpected treasure just from going out once was merely a thought. How could there be so many opportunities that appeared whenever one wished for them?
After returning to the inn, Li Yan sorted through his belongings again. Today, he had also sold quite a few things he no longer needed.
Where had many of the things he sold come from? Even Li Yan himself had long since forgotten. They were probably things he had casually taken away after killing people.
After sorting the newly purchased items into categories, Li Yan still placed most of them inside Tuban. He was already thoroughly familiar with doing so.
As he put away the items, Li Yan's Divine Sense transformed into a phantom and went directly to the place by the river. Since his Divine Sense had entered anyway, he might as well check on how Zuo Qiudan and Dongmen Gaozhi were doing.
On a stretch of lush green grass, the soft rushing of river water sounded ahead. Zuo Qiudan was currently sitting cross-legged on the grass.
More than three months had passed. Compared with a few months ago, he had already changed considerably.
Though his body was still extremely thin, his skin was no longer dry like the withered