From his backpack, Wang Lan took out a small blue bottle resembling a perfume container, but the substance inside was more paste-like.
Star Martial Warriors generally didn't bring irrelevant items to the trial field. All cumbersome items, such as cell phones, were left in storage lockers. Yet, besides the Soul Beads, there was also this seemingly useless item in his backpack.
"Who cares what it is? Just count them. See how many there are."
"You guys do the counting. Xiangwen, keep a close watch. Don't screw up now."
"Understood. Haven't you seen my Heavenly Eye open this whole time?"
Gong Feiyu quickly took the bag and began counting with incredible speed. In less than a minute, he finished, "One thousand."
"Wow, we're rich! It's like they say, 'a horse doesn't get fat without night fodder, a man doesn't get rich without a windfall.' The ancients truly weren't kidding!"
