In the face of the enthusiastic officials, Tang Zhen quickly said that he didn't need it and then quickly left under the other party's regretful eyes.
"Brother, you really shouldn't have refused. Since you've already become a cultivator, you definitely don't have to worry about making money.
Since that's the case, why do you have to suffer and live in a broken house?"
The big-bearded man shook his head, looking very confused.
"Moreover, with the monsters running amuck, our days are getting harder and harder.
As cultivators, we have to take the lead in the battle against the monsters, and we may die at any time.
I'll enjoy life as long as I live, and when I die one day, I won't have lived in vain!"
The big-mustached man's tone carried some helplessness and a trace of carefreeness. He was trying to persuade Tang Zhen with his status as an experienced person.
