“Oh right, there were also ten bottles of low-grade, level-four spiritual pills. I also took care of it for you!” Huang Zhouping went on smugly, “After all, in the arena battle scheduled for a little over a year from now, you’re going to die anyway. That bottle of low-grade, level-four spiritual pills would be useless for you, whereas I will make more contributions to the Holy Gate in the future using them!”

Huang Zhouping laughed, full of malice, smugness, pride, and insolence. 

Then his gaze fell on Zhang Wenyue’s body, and his laughter turned into a gentle, amiable smile, “It’s a pity. Such a pretty face is having a bad life for following the wrong master. Little Missy, why don’t you follow me instead, I can guarantee that you will have everything you ever wish for, and I make sure you’re comfortable and pleasured every day. As long you serve me well, I will even accept you as my concubine, and you will stand above many...