Northern Abyss City.
Chen Mobai and Zhou Shengqing gathered together.
The storage bags of the three Golden Core Cultivators from Xuan Xiao Dao Palace were laid out in front of them.
With a swipe of his hand, Zhou Shengqing had already erased the remaining divine sense traces of the three people, and as he hesitated about which one to open first, Chen Mobai immediately stated that he could take care of this rough work.
"Then I'll have to trouble my junior brother," Zhou Shengqing said, and even as his words fell, Chen Mobai had already turned over Fang Xuanyang's storage bag.
Amidst the rustling noise, a huge pile of spirit stones spilled out, quickly forming a mound like a small mountain.
The two glanced at the pile; there were spirit stones of all grades, and a rough estimate placed their value at about one million. Perhaps because Fang Xuanyang was in charge of the Nanxuan sect, this situation had arisen.
