Li Changshou kept recalling what he had just done.
It felt a little surreal.
Before he could exert any strength, the other party had already collapsed.
Not only did he fall, but he also pulled another big shot into the trap…
Li Changshou had long experienced how naive and silly Master Zhao was. He more or less knew about him.
If not for the huge karma on Master Zhao, Li Changshou would be happy to befriend him.
However, Perfected Huang Long…
Is he really loyal or is he a big thief?
He did not dare to make a conclusion because one can never see the true colors of another person.
Sitting in the secret underground chamber of the Pill Chamber, Li Changshou rubbed the middle of his forehead and spread out the two pieces of paper. He drew a few special symbols on the first piece of paper.
They were symbols of drumsticks, Night Light Cups, bamboo baskets, slingshots, and orchids.