In the hall, Xie Xinsu had tears in her eyes.
The Foundation Establishment Spirit Object thrown into the trash, she felt heartbroken.
She resented being a powerless cat.
She also despised the cold, heartless man who was ignorant of its value like a bumpkin.
Probably got his brains rattled from practicing martial arts too much.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Xie Xinsu looked towards the door, drained of energy.
With the Foundation Establishment Spirit Object gone, the spiritual energy inside the room had grown faint and more elusive.
However, with Xie Xinsu's former strength and knowledge as a Yuan Pill cultivator, she still sensed that the magic artifact she had felt earlier was still there.
Qi Yuan came out of the house, opened the door, and looked at the young man outside, yawning, "Who are you looking for?"
"May I come in and sit for a while?" The man outside was naturally Luo Ping.
This time, he came alone.
All his subordinates were left at Yang Shan's home.