The early morning sun shone upon the Qingfeng Tea Garden, its rays passing through the dewdrops on the leaves and casting a golden glow.
Suddenly, the ground in the very center of the Tea Garden turned ethereal, and a Daoist figure emerged from within.
This man was none other than Fang Qingyuan. After surfacing, he looked at the Turtle Shell Spirit Shield in his hand, now covered in several cracks, and winced as he put it away in his storage bag.
A Tier Two Lower Grade Protective Magical Artifact was worth over two thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones. To afford it, Fang Qingyuan would have had to save up four or five years' worth of his sect benefits without spending a single stone.
In other words, if Fang Qingyuan focused solely on cultivation and didn't rack his brain for ways to earn Spirit Stones, he might not have been able to afford this Turtle Shell Spirit Shield even after ten years.
