Yang Zongyuan lowered his head, deeply conflicted.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm calculating how many Spirit Stones I have!"
"Uh, so how many Spirit Stones do you have?"
"Seems like less than fifty thousand Spirit Stones!" Yang Zongyuan said with a pained expression.
Yang Zhenshan couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Aren't you holding a lot of Elixirs? You can sell them!"
Yang Zongyuan wasn't poor. On the contrary, among cultivators of the same level, he was considered rather wealthy.
After all, the salary at the Spirit Origin Land wasn't low, and since Yang Zongyuan was also an Alchemist, he was compensated for refining elixirs for Spirit Origin Land.
However, the compensation wasn't very high, far less than what Alchemists outside could earn.
For Yang Zhenshan, fifty thousand low-grade Spirit Stones was nothing significant, but for a cultivator at the Qi Refining Eighth Layer, it was already a considerable fortune.
"Can I sell them?" Yang Zongyuan was somewhat tempted.
