Meng Zheng opened the bottle cap and saw three unique grade monarch rank spirit pills inside. His expression froze for a moment before he looked at Ling Chuxi's back. His face was still expressionless, but there seemed to be a subtle change in his gaze.
"This guy wasn't so boring in the past. How did he become like a Living Dead?" LAN Xinyu could not help but Mutter.
"Maybe he suffered too much of a blow and can't recover in a short time." Ling Yichen's aged figure that had lost all his cultivation and his lonely expression appeared before Ling Chuxi's eyes once again. She sighed in her heart.
"You're really going to let him follow you?" LAN Xinyu asked again.
"If he's willing to follow, then let him. He's not a threat to me anyway." Ling Chuxi said indifferently.
