As soon as Ji Qinglin said that, the other three nodded and said,""Alright."
Yin Jianghong stood up and left the tent to Jiang Beiran's resting place.
At this moment, Jiang Beiran had already drunk some water. He was sitting on the sheepskin mattress, pondering the possible effects of the miasma. When he saw Yin Jianghong lift the curtain and enter, he knew that trouble was coming again.
"Cult Master Yin." Jiang Beiran cupped his hands at Yin Jianghong.
"Can you get up?" Yin Jianghong asked with a smile.
But before Jiang Beiran could reply, Yin Jianghong continued,""If you can get up, then get up and come with me. If you can't get up, I'll carry you over. So, can you get up?"
"Cult Master Yin…You're forcing me to buy and sell."
"I'll force myself to buy it. Hurry up and get up."
"Sigh…" Sighing, Jiang Beiran stood up, took out the Emperor's robe from his Cosmos Ring, and put it on.
