One hundred Ten-Color Immortal Grade Spirit Stones. That was a tremendous sum.
In some ways, Ten-Colored Spirit Stones were even more precious than the treasures used to forge Immortal Artifacts. This was because only after a Dragon Vein that spanned a million miles transformed into a Dragon Spirit could it condense a single piece, a process that took ten thousand years.
It could be said that Ten-Colored Spirit Stones were equivalent to a cultivator's Essence Blood; every single one was incredibly precious.
Xu Lai looked up at the sky and said indifferently, "Heavenly Dao, come out."
"..."
There was no response from the sky.
Within a thousand-mile radius of Haitang Court, there was only a solitary white cloud.
Xu Lai curled the corner of his mouth. You could have at least used a few more clouds for your disguise. Just one... is far too obvious.
