The goods inside the Immortal Mansion were now worth over fifteen thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones, and the cargo on Jinbao's back was worth nearly two thousand.
Based on his experience that a merchant run quadrupled his investment, by the time he made a round trip to the Southern Border, his goods would be worth a staggering seventy thousand Spirit Stones.
'Such a vast quantity of Spirit Stones is what a small sect might accumulate over three generations. Now it's all on me. If word of this fortune gets out, I'm afraid I'll never make it back alive.'
After unloading the goods from Jinbao's back, Fang Qingyuan returned to his room and settled down to meditate.
'There's still a month to go, so there's no need to rush. I'll watch how things play out for a few days, get familiar with the local prices, and then make a plan. It's not too late.'
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「Three days later.」
