Li Hao’s remaining mysterious power stones should be kept a secret, so he swallowed them once more. A martial master’s stomach was essentially a storage ring when they reached Dominator of Thousands. It just couldn’t hold much.6

Twelve stones the size of glass marbles weren’t too big, he just had to throw them up each time he wanted to use them. That was disgusting, so Li Hao urgently wanted to get his hands on a storage treasure. As the number of his valuables grew, he was quickly running out of space to store them.0

“Li Hao!” Newly clad in a trench coat, Liu Long swiftly walked over after the young man was done freshening up. “Go upstairs for a bit. Southern First refuses to budge from the front doors—it’s getting annoying! Also, you should make up your mind if you want to go to White Moon today or tomorrow. You’ve never been, so I think it’s better to have Wang Ming take you there. I won’t be sending you off.1

“He’s familiar with the city and his family wields certain respect and power in White Moon. He can help you with a thing or two, you won’t be floundering in the dark. Also, Liu Yan is there too. Have her stay there...0