Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, everyone who knew the inside story wore looks of shock, with many trying to calculate just how many men and women were needed to rid the Dissolve Grievances Valley quartet's bodies of the "poison." They furrowed their brows in confusion.
What kind of joke was this?
Not to mention all of them, even Yang Zhen, the one who presented the problem, was baffled. Since when was advanced mathematics so easy to master?
By the time the bewitching woman dragged the two of them away, along with their fellow disciples, no one had snapped out of their stupor.
At that moment, Yang Zhen already had eleven tokens dangling from his waist.
Yang Zhen never expected that he'd receive eleven tokens without lifting a finger. If he walked around the Falling Eagle Cliff with the Great Missing Sword, wouldn't his waist be weighed down with tokens?
