Hearing Gongyang Lang's words, Fang Tiancheng knew this time they were done for.
He didn't expect his luck to be so bad. They hadn't even reached the Ghost Market, and he'd already handed over all the Spirit Stones. Now, even if they could enter the Ghost Market, they'd probably miss out on any good items.
Moreover, information in the Ghost Market also costs money. Without Spirit Stones, they wouldn't be able to take a single step.
He didn't dare to make a sound but sighed in his heart, burying his head a bit lower, wishing he could be like an ostrich, hiding his head in the sand, pretending no one could see him.
The next sentence, however, made Fang Tiancheng's heart race wildly.
Ye Guichen, unhurriedly, said, "Mr. Gongyang, these ten Spirit Stones are given to you out of consideration for your waiting here without even having any cooked meat, purely for your hard work. As for more Spirit Stones, there are none."
Refused!
Ye Guichen directly refused.
