An Jingzhi looked arrogant and said, "Why are you giving me medicinal herbs for no reason? I just have a cold and cough a few times."
Looking at him acting awkwardly, as if he wanted something but didn't want to say it, Zhao Jing only thought that he was hypocritical and stupid.
He has his eyes and ears, but they are all shown on his face, which can be seen at a glance. Now he is filled with guilt.
This internal injury must be very serious! Even a cultivator with a lifespan of 2,000 years can catch a cold!
"Mr. An, this is our token of gratitude for establishing the Cultivation Academy."
He said sincerely:
"Please be sure to accept it, sir."
"Okay, don't think you don't have to work just because you're grateful to me. Finish the tasks I assigned to you as soon as possible. Also, we're running low on lunar soil. Go dig up some more."
"It would be even better if we could go to Mars, maybe it would have a different effect."
"Don't worry, Mr. An, go into seclusion to heal...well, practice." He almost let the cat out of the bag. Mr. Fan was so concerned about his reputation that he definitely didn't want anyone to know.
After An Jingzhi closed the door, Taoist Xuanyi walked up to Zhao Jing and asked, "What did you bring?"
"These are all thousand-year-old medicinal herbs that General Wu had people prepare."
"Maybe not enough. For ordinary people, even a little bit of these thousand-year-old medicinal herbs can keep them alive, or even bring them back to life."
"Not enough for the seniors."
Zhao Jing was a little panicked. Taoist Xuanyi was definitely more professional in this area. "Then what should I do?"
"Send more high-quality spiritual ores. Only with sufficient spiritual energy can the senior recover."
"Okay, I'll have Yue Gufeng dig it up right away."
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