"Could be, but it's not widely accepted," Zane shrugged and said. "Perhaps using dimensional crystals as currency is too troublesome, hard to carry or store. Hey, Fang Heng, those two following us—are they sent by the God Clan?"
"Mm, ignore them."
Fang Heng had already noticed the two martial artists tailing not far behind, but he paid them no mind.
At least on Dimensional Emperor Island, he was safe.
Soon, Fang Heng stopped in front of a stall and looked over the discs displayed on the table.
Star discs!
The table was densely filled with star discs.
Behind the stall sat a young alien.
A member of the Star Clan.
Fang Heng remembered reading descriptions of the Star Clan in God Clan books.
The Star Clan's strength was relatively ordinary, but they could craft a large number of items imbued with spatial power, and their craftsmanship was extremely exquisite.
