Ye Chen temporarily settled down in Hui Feng City.
If the leader of Black Wind Village doesn't show up by tomorrow morning, I'll have to return to the Martial Arts Academy first.
Missing the deadline for mission submission would make this whole task pointless, and I'd be punished for it.
He found an inn and checked in.
In the guest room.
Ye Chen began to carefully count the spoils of this journey.
There were quite a few good items.
Twenty-five Spiritual Artifacts.
Three Magical Artifacts.
Over 1,300 low-grade primal stones.
The pills meant to replenish Qi and Blood essence and restore Spiritual Power had already been used by Ye Chen, but there was still a pile of pills for cultivation and healing.
As for taels of silver and other riches, Ye Chen didn't bother to count them.
