It's over, really over.
I have absolutely no idea how many elixirs I owe. There's probably no way I can pay back so many elixirs in my lifetime. Ah, ah, ah, born as a Spiritual Painting Avatar, I am truly sorry!
...
Over the next three days, Yuchi wandered around this small city a few times. Medicine Pill City had too few people; the number of cultivators was pathetically low, and walking for half an hour, he could only see two or three cultivators with a spirit root. But despite their small numbers and low talent, these cultivators carried themselves with arrogance.
They walked with a brisk and fiery pace, afraid that those beside them wouldn't know they were cultivators, and thus definitely unable to enter the Ascension Gate.
No disciples were found.
Yin Shuang sat alone inside the painting board with a gloomy face, fishing, as her life had hit a low point.
