"Splash—"
In the dark of night, the calm surface of Qingbo Pool Lake broke with a sound.
Soon after, a shadow darted out from it.
The Black Wind Boat landed on the lake, carrying two people swiftly away.
"Thrilling, thrilling, refreshing!"
Qiu Qianhai kept muttering, his expression extremely excited.
Ji Yuan silently took him nearly two miles away and found an uninhabited island nearby, where the two landed, finally settling behind a protruding boulder.
"Hu—"
Qiu Qianhai let out a long breath, even at night, Ji Yuan felt his eyes shining.
"What's the situation inside the cave?"
"How much are Spirit Stones per pound of Cold Iron Sand now?"
Both asked each other simultaneously.
"Still twenty Spirit Stones. How much did you dig up?"
Ji Yuan knew Qiu Qianhai was eager to share his joy, so he played along and asked.
"Don't ask, just weigh it yourself, and you'll know."
