"Alright!"
Li Nangua spoke softly.
She turned toward the study, took out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and began grinding ink for Lu Chang'sheng.
The ink used in the Spirit Realm was naturally not of the ordinary kind; unless something unusual happened, any words left in such ink could endure for over a thousand years.
If kept well, even several thousand or tens of thousands of years were possible.
Lu Chang'sheng took up the brush, thoughts swirling in his mind.
With Red Cloud Daoist causing havoc and Zhu Qing's interference, business at the Pill Shop in Yun'an Square had been affected to a considerable degree.
Supplying the Lu Mansion's cultivation had nearly reached its limit.
If he waited until he reached the late Qi Cultivation stage, he feared the family would slip into a state of deficit.
So regarding the family, he'd already begun thinking of letting go.
Every child and grandchild has their own fortune to live by.
