Hearing Zhu Ling say this, Wu Bin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Fine, make it four meals then. But since I've taken so many of your flying sickles, should I give some back to you?"
For Wu Bin, all these flying sickles were now linked to him, so from a certain perspective, the more sickles he had, the stronger his perception abilities became, and the more powerful he grew.
He actually didn't want to return these sickles, but since they initially belonged to Zhu Ling, he felt embarrassed to monopolize so many.
Who knew Zhu Ling would wave her hand and say generously, "The guiding sickles reproduce very well; I can have as many as I want, you don't need to give them back to me."
"If you like them, keep them for yourself. Just remember to treat me to a meal."
Wu Bin hadn't expected Zhu Ling to be so generous and felt very happy, planning to take Zhu Ling out for a meal to the best restaurant!
Just at that moment, Wu Bin suddenly sensed something was amiss.