"I didn't say anything."
Chen Qingfeng waved his hand and then said, "Here are forty-seven lower-grade spirit stones for you. Take them."
Then, with a flip of his hand, a pile of lower-grade spirit stones appeared.
"Thank you, Steward Chen."
Zhou Changwang hurriedly cupped his hands and replied, then carefully took the spirit stones and put them in a small cloth bag.
He dared not use a storage bag in front of others.
It only invited prying eyes.
"Changwang, you've really grown up."
Watching Chen Qingfeng leave, Zhou Qiankun couldn't help but speak.
He had listened to Zhou Changwang's conversation with Steward Chen the whole time and witnessed him skillfully handing over the spirit stones. In his heart, he felt that his son had grown up and truly didn't need him to worry anymore.
"Yes, I should have grown up long ago."
Zhou Changwang also sighed.
The growth of a young man, isn't it precisely when he becomes smooth and cunning?
