"Twenty thousand Spiritual Source."
Jiang Man looked at the Spiritual Source he had obtained, overcome with emotion.
A master's touch truly couldn't compare to simply raising one's hand.
'This Evil God has given me quite a lot of Spiritual Source, time and time again.'
'Logically, I should thank him the next time we meet. But more importantly, I should report him again.'
'After all, the reward is substantial.'
"Aren't you afraid he'll find out?" the Old Yellow Ox asked.
"If he finds out, he finds out. What's the worst that could happen?" Jiang Man said softly. "The Evil God can't come here himself; he can only dispatch his subordinates."
"And since they've become subordinates to an Evil God, can they really compare to an Unparalleled Celestial Pride?"
The Old Yellow Ox fell silent for a moment.
It had many thoughts, but ultimately, it chose to remain silent.
An Unparalleled Celestial Pride could not be measured by ordinary standards.
