Zhu Minglang, having achieved such a position of True God, had a lifespan of only three hundred years.
As a result, he lost a hundred years of life just because of a midday nap and that tiny piece of Yin Sea Ginseng.
No matter how he calculated it, it was a profound loss!
At this moment, Zhu Minglang raised his head again to look at the Purple Qi Fortune hovering above him.
Sure enough, the Purple Qi Fortune was still there, damn those petty merchants who even deceived him in his dreams, leading him to believe that he was endowed with a great opportunity sent by the heavens, and so, in making the transaction, Zhu Minglang relaxed his vigilance ever so slightly.
Nevertheless, even if he had not relaxed his vigilance, this situation would have been incredibly difficult to guard against.
"All you need to tell me is whether you are satisfied or not,"
