"My lord, these filthy, damned Undead Warriors have actually evolved into so many Undead Champions. Bah! Calling wretches so poor they can't even afford clothes champions—they're more like Undead paupers." Aidela complained endlessly, like a market vendor venting her grievances on the street.
Lixiang smiled and said, "These Undead Champions are already quite decent. They give plenty of experience and even drop a bottle of Anti-poison Potion. How can you call them poor?"
Aidela curled her lip in disdain and said, "Do you even call this an Anti-poison Potion? My spit has a stronger effect than this."
Chapter 38