But this was not the time. He immediately closed the text prompt and continued chasing after Feng Han.
He raised the Thunder Talisman in his hand again, waving it around nonsensically and yelling, "Hocus pocus... Let the heavens' thunder roll... I..."
How could Feng Han not understand Su Yu's intentions by now? He knew Su Yu probably didn't want to use the Thunder Talisman either, but he didn't dare to bet on it.
After all, his life was what he stood to lose!
So, he gritted his teeth and immediately threw the silver notes, gold ingots, and the leather pouch from his waist, scattering them behind him.
Su Yu's eyes lit up. He put the Thunder Talisman away again and moved to collect the scattered items, grabbing them one by one and continuously feeding them into his Storage Ring.
A stack of silver notes—over thirty bills, each worth one hundred taels, totaling three thousand taels...
Two gold ingots, one hundred taels each, worth two thousand taels of Snowflake Silver...
