Jing Shu hated it when people sent long voice messages, but this time was an exception. Her little heart was pounding because this thing seemed to be incredibly valuable.
Although she had no use for it, she could exchange it for real Contribution Value. That Contribution can be exchanged for good stuff, so all in all, Jing Shu still needed to make a fortune.
Now she understood why the Black Robed Man treasured this thing so much—it made sense.
The only good news now was that she, Jing Shu, had taken down the entire Military Base, leaving nothing behind. She wondered if Dila, who wanted to accomplish big things, would be so angry he'd cough up blood.
After transcribing the text, the voice message failed to recognize the Sichuan dialect. Helpless, she had to listen to it all over again.
Jing Shu listened, her mouth twitching. Then she took a few photos according to Elder Zhang's instructions and sent them to the group.
