Chu Yi didn't say a word, waiting for Zhang Li to finish his sentence.
"That… I want to make some money."
Initially, Chu Yi had thought Zhang Li wanted his help to beat up the little fatty; unexpectedly, what came out was about making money.
"Making money?"
"Yes, my master, if he has money, he'll be happy. At most… I'll try to get you some slightly more precious spirit grass."
Upon hearing that spirit grass could be obtained, Chu Yi immediately became eagerly anticipatory.
"This… how to earn?"
Dog Survivors tugged at his master's hand from the side and whispered a reminder, "Master, you better not fall into a trap."
Zhang Li pretended not to hear Dog Survivors's words and continued, "Not far ahead, there's the Wind Cloud Platform, you've heard of it, right?"
Chu Yi nodded.
It was said that the Wind Cloud Platform holds an arena fight every month, deciding a monthly champion, and at the end of the year, they hold a championship of the year.