C162 Don't Think of Delaying the Salary of the Migrant Worker!

The holy medicine shimmered with a seven-colored light, as brilliant as glaze, its fragrance utterly intoxicating. With each rhythmic breath, vast amounts of spiritual energy radiated from it, washing over Ye Rong's body in waves.

It was blissfully comfortable!

Ye Rong approached cautiously, ensuring he made no aggressive moves. Through his Heavenly Eye, he saw no further barriers. Slowly