She knew that some large banks had powerful Immortals and demons as their backers, possessing the authority to issue silver notes and organize large-scale auctions, collecting Spirit Stones and thus rolling in wealth. Miluo was simply making a bet with her, and giving her a medium-sized bank was already quite generous.
No worries, with her great abilities, this bank could be developed even more prosperously. Ning Xiaoxian gave a slight smile, tucked the contract away, and returned to the God Demon Prison.
In the small garden on the Fifth Floor.
She took out the white flower snake tongue grass. This Immortal Herb hadn't eaten for over half the day, its temper was very irritable, its nine snake-like leaves hissing fiercely at her, looking very angry.
She curled her lips, casually tossed the Immortal Herb, esteemed like an ancestor by everyone, onto the soil.
