Han Yu extended his spirit sense briefly, counting out of habit.
Nearly thirty thousand low grade spirit stones.
Ten thousand mid grade spirit stones.
And three thousand high grade spirit stones.
Han Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, not in shock, but in appraisal. This was no small fortune, even by sect standards.
Then Fen Dugong opened the final chest.
Inside were dozens upon dozens of pill bottles, each carefully sealed and labeled. Han Yu could immediately recognize several types at a glance. Qi Recovery Pills, Bone Tempering Pills, Meridian Clearing Pills, and even some higher grade supportive pills that were rarely sold openly in markets.
Han Yu looked up slowly.
"What is all this?" he asked.
Qing Luan met his gaze calmly. "Your share."
"My share?" Han Yu echoed.
She nodded. "Of the profits. I had it prepared long ago, for the day you returned. The Fen Clan would not be where it is now without you. This is only fair."
