Zhang Junli once again flashed a smile and said, "Martial Uncle, you're being too serious. I've received quite a number of Martial Uncles and Senior Brothers here at Taia Cave Heaven, and to be as composed as you on a first visit is quite rare."
Wang Zijia did not respond but slowly exhaled the turbid air from his chest.
Looking at the world full of pillars below, with densely scattered light orbs upon them, Wang Zijia felt deeply aware of his own poverty at this moment.
Indeed, the wealth disparity between people in any world is truly vast.
Seeing this place, it was indeed hard to imagine that in this era, Seventh Grade Immortal Treasures were already a rarity.
Seeing Wang Zijia's reaction, Zhang Junli did not dwell on the topic but immediately changed the subject and inquired, "May I know what treasure you are here to find, Martial Uncle?"
