After setting the route for the Golden Cores with the technique of the monitoring cart, Zhang Ze gave an order, and the Golden Cores dispersed individually, leaving only himself in place.
Sipping milk tea and watching the departing backs of the Golden Cores, Zhang Ze suddenly sighed like an empty-nest old man.
He thought again about his unspeakable secret.
"Why not try again? Just right, no one's here.",
"This time it will definitely work, after all, I came here for this."
Having made up his mind, Zhang Ze sat down on the ground, lightly lifted his robe, placed his hands between his lower abdomen, formed a finger technique, and focused his mind on his dantian.
"Grow!"
But after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.
"Sigh~"
Zhang Ze sighed again.
Every man has his unspoken troubles, and Zhang Ze is no exception.
Moreover, no one knows about this matter yet, not even Junior Sister.
