After finishing his instructions to the Ancient Celestial Fiend and the others, Li Zhongnan suddenly slapped his forehead, recalling an extremely important matter, and immediately said, "Right, gather up all the gold, Spiritual Medicine, and Spiritual Herbs in this military camp. If anyone misses even the smallest amount, I'll flay them!"
Gold!
It's sacred!
Especially for someone as poor as me, without money, one can hardly take a step!
"Yes, Master!"
The expressions of the Ancient Celestial Fiend and the others were solemn and very serious.
They knew Li Zhongnan's temperament well; his love for gold was beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
Moreover, Li Zhongnan held their lives in his hands. Their deaths could be determined by his mere thought. For such a matter of life and death, the Ancient Celestial Fiend and the others dared not be negligent.
