His eyes lit up as he stepped forward, swiftly rushing up with his martial arts skills.
Everywhere his figure passed, treasures were swept away without exception.
Ten minutes later.
The White-clothed Young Master stopped, looking at the two storage bags in his hands, filled to the brim with all sorts of treasures.
A satisfied smile hung on his face.
"Heh heh! This haul isn't bad at all! If I sell these treasures, I could get at least two hundred low-grade Spirit Stones!" the White-clothed Young Master said proudly.
He kicked the two storage bags to his waist and sat down to wait for Zhang Xiaohao to wake up.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, an hour went by.
With the help of over a hundred elixirs, Zhang Xiaohao's depleted True Qi was almost fully restored.
Whoosh!
A flash of light sparked, and Zhang Xiaohao opened his eyes.
