After reading this information, Zhang Xiaohao's eyes flickered with understanding amidst the confusion. No wonder these people in the Qi Refining Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm were so rich—it turns out they looted these small towns and villages!
But no matter what they do, it has nothing to do with Zhang Xiaohao. He only handles the sale of magic artifacts; as for what they do, that's not his concern.
With a flip of his palm, he took off the ghost mask and stored it inside the Shennong Ring.
Seeing Bai Xuefeng and Mu Lingfeng still lost in thought, he sat down on the stone bench, tapped his waist, took out a teapot and a cup, poured a cup of spiritual tea, and leisurely drank it.
A quarter of an hour later.
The two took off their masks excitedly and looked eagerly at Zhang Xiaohao.
That gaze seemed to say, where are our Spirit Stones?
"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled lightly.
With a flip of his palm, he placed two million low-grade Spirit Stones on the ground.
