"How many Spirit Stones does Brother Han need?"
Feng Jue couldn't feel pleased, for curiosity filled his heart instead.
He knew Han Li's temperament; under normal circumstances, Han Li would never say such words. Previously, he only promised to help in other ways, but this time his words implied the use of more means.
Wen Jiu did not conceal anything, as only by letting Feng Jue know his needs would he make the right choice of target, "Over ten million Low-grade Spirit Stones, or Tier Two Yin Evil Spirit Medicine of equivalent value."
"Ten million!"
Feng Jue was taken aback.
Which Cultivator below Golden Core could have so many Spirit Stones?
What is Brother Han planning?
However, even though Feng Jue was curious, he didn't inquire further. As a wise man, he understood that knowing this was already the limit. Asking more would be too presumptuous, and Han Li would not answer anyway.
