“Take whatever catches your eye, it’s on me.” Lu Yun grinned broadly after taking a look at Li Zhen’s expression. He wouldn’t treat his little fan any less.

“No need, just the ghost-headed blade is enough.” Li Zhen shook his head and caressed his weapon.

“Can I, can I choose a few items?” sounded a bashful voice by Lu Yun’s ears. A blushing Qing Ting appeared next to him, rather embarrassed by her request.

Lu Yun blinked, unable to reconcile the young girl in front of him with the one who’d ferociously faced down the ghost king outside the city.

“Of course!” Lu Yun nodded. “And Li Zhen, go find yourself a set of king grade armor. Sooner or later, your way of fighting like a madman is going to get...