"No problem, my resources are quite good!" Wang Zijia said with a radiant smile showcasing his big white teeth, appearing innocent and naive.
Gu Wenxing's mouth twitched slightly, always suspecting that Wang Zijia was talking about something else.
"Alright, anyway, even if you don't cultivate it, such a magical tool can still save your life in a crisis." Qiu Liangong didn't say much about it, after a moment of thought, he asked, "What type of artifact do you want? Shield, bead, armor, or something else?"
Wang Zijia didn't respond immediately, but hesitated for a moment, turned around and entered the courtyard. As his mana churned, blood-red spiritual light particles spurted out from his body. In a moment, they transformed into a Demon King three meters tall.
