Chen Haiguan placed the Spirit Stones on the table. Hex Ziyuan gritted his teeth. "My life's not worth much, otherwise I'd have sold that too..."
Wang Meng quietly pushed the Spirit Stones back. "Seniors, we can't take these. This is your savings from many years of hard work. Your support is more than enough. It's just Hengshan Hall. We will definitely crush them!"
"Please, don't stand on ceremony. This is all we can do, and it's a gesture from all of us. If you refuse again, it means you don't see us as one of you!"
Chen Haiguan shook his head like a rattle. After saying his piece, he and Hex Ziyuan left, not wanting to disturb their cultivation.
Everyone stared at the Spirit Stones on the table, speechless.
For Wang Meng, gathering Spirit Stones might have been just a matter of time. But for Hex Ziyuan and his companion, these twenty Middle-Grade Spirit Stones were everything they had.
