Xiao Qingsheng was completely petrified, accepting the Scroll out of pure instinct.
Twenty thousand Saint Extreme Points… that was worth at least twenty million units of Primordial Spirit Liquid!
He had gotten it… just like that!?
This fortune had come so easily that Xiao Qingsheng felt a sense of unreality, as if he were dreaming.
Suddenly, he turned and slapped another disciple from the Purple Cloud Sect across the face.
The disciple immediately clutched his face, a wronged expression covering it. "Xiao, you… why did you hit me?"
"Does it hurt?" Xiao Qingsheng asked hurriedly.
The man nodded. "It hurts…"
"Great! It's not a dream! Twenty million units of Primordial Spirit Liquid, twenty million…"
Xiao Qingsheng began to tremble all over, unable to control his excitement.
Nearby, Ban Xing'an, Wan Jianxin, and Zhao Junying were filled with immense regret.
