The seventh mountain.
The horse carriage traveled in the darkness.
It brushed shoulders with Zhao Yunshan and the group again. Lu Ming did not care either. He merely cast a nonchalant glance at them and then busied himself with other matters.
He was very busy.
Really.
He had played a few tricks at the past few mountains to improve his ability.
However, this time…
He was really going all out!
He had used up all the herbs and medicine that he conned from Zhao Yunshan and the rest!
Tempering…
Restoration…
Replenishment…
He had used all that he could!
Furthermore, these were far from enough!
Bang!
Bang!
In the horrifying rainstorm.
No one noticed that there was actually a hole at the top of the horse carriage. The pouring rain landed and converged in this hole before flowing away from the bottom of the carriage.
It was back and forth.