Yin Incubation Institute

It was now dawn.

When Xiao Ran arrived at the Divine Sword Guards headquarters, the rewards from the higher-ups had already arrived. Everyone received 10,000 taels of silver and a Earth-rank Low-grade Healing Pill.

At Little Zhou's beseeching, Shen Yiming taught him an Earth-rank Middle-grade skill technique.

He'd been scared out of his wits during this period of time. What if one day his "Playing Dead Great Technique" didn't work?

If he was casually killed by a powerful enemy, he wouldn't even know what hit him.

In order to boost the means of preserving his own life, he quickly shoved the 10,000 taels of silver that he had just obtained into his robe.

"Brother Xiao, are you still going to the Celestial Dungeon?" While they were still in the courtyard, Little Zhou asked.

"I have some private matters to settle. I'll go to the Celestial Dungeon after I'm done," Xiao Ran said.