Ye Qingchen's brow furrowed as a sudden palpitation seized him.
"What's wrong, Junior Brother Qingchen?" Wang Qiang asked, puzzled.
"There's something strange about this place. We shouldn't stay here long!" Ye Qingchen said, faintly sensing that the unnerving aura was growing stronger by the moment.
"Alright. We'll divide these Spirit Stones and then get out. Hong Yan, what do you think?" Wang Qiang said solemnly.
"No problem!" Hong Yan agreed, though she was still perplexed.
Low-grade Spirit Stones were extremely scarce cultivation resources. In the Qingyun Sect, exchanging for a single one would cost a staggering one hundred thousand sect points—an exorbitant price. Moreover, only True Disciples were qualified to make such an exchange. These were treasures far beyond the reach of people like them in the sect.
