Editing Time, Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One

In a minor world. Bai Xing suddenly opened his eyes. He was lying on the soft bed of a luxurious presidential suite in a five-star hotel. Yet it brought him no comfort at all. A faint cold sweat even beaded across his skin! After a long while. Bai Xing let out a long breath. —! "Fuck! How many resources did those damned immortals burn through?!" All kinds of cultivation pills. All kinds of powerful magical artifacts and immortal treasures. Behind them all lay an enormous consumption of resources!