The heap of superior-grade spirit stones glittered like a pile of tiny suns, their scarlet glow lighting up the dim forest floor. The air itself seemed to tremble with the dense spiritual energy leaking from them, so thick it almost condensed into mist.
Just a single superior-grade spirit stone could guarantee their cultivation progress for months. Yet here, nearly a thousand had been dug out of the ground by a playful little tiger.
If this were in the ancient times and word of this discovery spread, entire sects would go to war.
Everyone felt like they had hit the jackpot, but they also agreed that they should indeed find shelter before the night arrives.
Chu Miao's gaze sharpened, and with a thought, she waved her sleeve. The stones vanished, collected into her storage space before anyone could so much as reach out a hand.
The air around them immediately cleared, though the lingering essence still carried like a sweet aftertaste.
