Chen Li hurried home without stopping.
He saw Zhou Hong in the living room, gesturing over a huge serpent demon skin.
"What are you planning to do?" Chen Li asked as he hung his sword on the wall, puzzled.
"This skin is quite tough, hardly damaged by ordinary magic artifacts. I was thinking of making you an inner garment," Zhou Hong replied with a pursed smile.
Chen Li's interest was piqued when he heard this.
After all, this was the skin of a Second Order serpent demon.
His Spiritual Power could injure it, but only barely.
And a Grandmaster-level Spiritual Power attack could compare to a level five, First Order magic technique, not weak at all—stronger than a Qi Cultivation fifth layer practitioner wielding a mid-grade Magic Artifact with all their might.
Such strength was already above the middle-high tier in the shantytown, and an elite backbone in a gang.
"You're worried about me!" A warmth welled up in Chen Li's heart, and he reached out to hold her hand.
