Demon-Suppression Tower Prison.
The night sky was filled with stars.
Piles of wood fueled a bonfire, sparks flying, with skewers grilling above, their aroma incredibly rich.
"Hmm, finally sent away that summoned god."
Ning Zheng glanced at the bonfire on the mountain, continuing to eat dinner by the bonfire at the foot.
The time window for Elder Zhang's divine summoning must have been exhausted.
After all, possessions tend to be like that, usually one-time affairs.
A Divine Summoning Plaque is still too expensive.
5000 Magic Coins, equivalent to the purchase price of a weapon at the Four Viscera Realm level!
Other people's weapons can be used continuously.
But this Divine Summoning Plaque is one-time use; once used, it's gone—imagine how extravagant that is!
Ning Zheng spent a fortune but almost had an accident; had it not been for their timely remedy to increase compatibility with the summoning remnants, this money would have been a real loss.
Ning Zheng sighed.
