Feng Yunqi was stunned.
Without exchanging Spiritual Value Points, how could they afford to stay in other dorms!
Academy Of A Thousand Illusions Weapon Refinement School.
In the Headmaster's room, two wrinkled old men were looking at each other with worried expressions.
There were four long swords placed in front of the two of them. The contours of the swords were smooth and beautiful, and they glowed with a snow-white light. The cold air was oppressive.
There was an orange hexagram on the four snow-white swords.
These four swords were four spirit weapons.
However, the two old men were not happy at all when they saw the four spirit weapons.
"What should we do? There are only three days left before Lord Silvermoon has to eat once a year. We are short of 20 from Lord Silvermoon's request. This is too much!"
One of the old men frowned. The wrinkles on his forehead could squash a mosquito.
