"Little Master's awareness is still so high, HA HA HA..."
Zhang Xuebin pulled up a chair and sat down opposite An Yan.
"Little Master, I always feel like I don't have enough energy these days. Sometimes I just fall asleep while I'm working."
"Could you give me a tune-up? I'm not asking to be able to punch out a few guys like a young man, but at least let me be healthier."
Zhang Xuebin knew about An Yan's abilities. That year, when his injuries were fatal, it was she who had snatched him back from King Yama's grasp.
When he later went to express his thanks, he found that the old men and women in the village were all robust, supposedly because they had taken Little Master's medicine!
An Yan didn't waste words with him and directly tossed him a bottle.
"One hundred thousand!"
"Even for your own people, it's one hundred thousand?"
"For others, I charge a million!"
