Guan Xin swallowed nervously, her fingers trembling.
A single robbery could equal a hundred rescue efforts!
She quickly picked up her small notebook to do the math, then asked, "How large does the robbery need to be to equal a hundred?"
Fan Wubing unleashed his divine sense—
Now, with his divine sense crystallized to over twenty quadrillion blood bars, it could cover a range of three hundred thousand li.
The only drawback was the considerable mental exhaustion.
So he didn't use it often.
After a sweep, his eyes lit up, and he said to Guan Xin with a playful smile, "How about robbing a secret stash left by a fallen Tribulation Immortal? Over there, there are a dozen fleets, over a hundred ships. Just think about it, one time can equal a hundred times, a once-and-for-all chance."
Under such tempting persuasion, Guan Xin finally succumbed, nervously saying:
"Alright! Let's do it!"
