After a satisfying meal and drinks, Ji An and his companion parted ways, and he headed to Xuelan Street from the Drunken Immortal Inn.
Now having accumulated some Spirit Stones in hand, it was time for some spending.
Spirit Stones kept in hand are just meaningless numbers; only through use can they generate value.
After comparing prices among several shops, Ji An stepped back into Zhou's Spiritual Rice Shop.
Shopkeeper Zhou Changji led him to the VIP room and greeted him, saying:
"It's been years since I've seen you, senior."
Ever since the last time he came to purchase Tier Two Lower Grade Spirit Soil, he remembered the customer's face.
Ji An raised an eyebrow slightly and said:
"Fellow Daoist has a good memory. This time, I'm here to purchase Tier Two Middle Grade Spirit Soil. What's the price?"
