He patted his storage bag.
A flash of dawn light.
Instantly, a white box with dragon patterns appeared.
Fu Changren, who was just about to plant the Cloud Ridge Tree, paused in his movement. Was there another gain from Qingcheng Mountain? For a moment, he was both curious and excited.
Then he saw Fu Changsheng cast a technique on the box.
As the restriction was lifted.
One by one, middle-grade Spirit Stones came into view. Upon careful counting, there were as many as eighty pieces. In conversion, that equaled eight thousand low-grade Spirit Stones:
Fu Changren's eyes widened instantly:
"Patriarch, is there a middle-grade Spirit Stone ore in Qingcheng Mountain?"
If not.
How could one obtain so many middle-grade Spirit Stones?
Fu Changsheng didn't want too many to know about another entrance to Qingcheng Mountain, so he shook his head and said:
"I exchanged resources from Qingcheng Mountain with Elder Hongyu for these."
Upon mentioning the name Hongyu.
