"I didn't expect it to be so effective." Yang Qinglan sorted the Blood Pearls and placed them in a small medicine box with three compartments.
"It might be because my Life Force is quite strong," Li Changzhou speculated, and then thought of "Physical Enhancement."
This simple-looking Instinct now seemed even more mysterious than ghostly things—Li Changzhou's pet name for the dark mist.
"Strength, Agility, Constitution, Perception, Charm, does the strength of Life Force relate to these, or if not, what does it relate to?" Yang Qinglan murmured.
"Strong Life Force....at least every morning it must stand tall as a pillar," he said.
Yang Qinglan stared unblinkingly at Li Changzhou.
Just as the conversation turned awkward, Li Changzhou found that inside a shared backpack, the "Mosquito-style Blood-colored Steel Spear" was being taken out, put in, taken out, put in.
"Ahem, Qian Xia called me, I'll go bring her back," he said.
