One for seven hundred!
Ten for seven thousand.
And he brought twelve in total.
That is.
Eight thousand four hundred Spirit Stones.
Plus the three thousand or so he had left, enough to exchange for that Alchemy Note. He might even pay for three raffles in the second shop on East Street.
Fu Changsheng's mouth curved into a smile.
He patted the storage bag.
A flash of Dawn Light.
Twelve Puppet Beasts appeared in a flash, devoured by the Fierce Ghost Vortex, and then one by one, Low-grade Spirit Stones were spat out, totaling exactly eight thousand four hundred.
He pocketed the Spirit Stones.
Fu Changsheng returned to the pavilion.
Upon reaching the pavilion.
Unexpectedly.
He encountered Elder Kun from the Cloud Soaring Tribe again.
This time.
Elder Kun reacted extremely quickly.
They both injected Spirit Stones into the Treasure Basin almost simultaneously.
Because of the haste.
