Chuckling slightly Ye Rushang spoke up.
“Are you done packing up...."
Bai Junfeng nodded followed by Jia Li who closed the stall, Ye Rushang eyes glowed greedily as she looked at the pouches of spirit coins and points.
Was her desire to get stronger or richer, or did she want both, Feng Haoran thought to him self when he saw her greedily size up the pouches.
"We made lots of money today..!!"
Ye Rushang clasped her hands together, if she was weak she still wanted to be rich, she didn't want to be broke and weak.
Walking back to the inner mountain, Ye Rushang caught sight of an old man sweeping the perimeters of the eternal frost, he had no fur coats or quilts on , just him and his old broom.
"Is that old man nuts..."
Ye Rushang sighed exaggeratedly, even a heavenly god ranked cultivator would feel the bitting cold even when circulating his qi, not less a lowly old man.
