At this moment, the dark-faced Shadow Sting seemed to have seen light in the dark night.
"Brother, no, Brother Han, whether I can make a comeback this time depends on you."
Shadow Sting's heart was bleeding, these 4,000,000 Spirit Stones were the pocket money he had painstakingly accumulated over the years. Although it was not much, it was enough to keep him busy for decades.
A hint of mockery flashed deep in the eyes of the shopkeeper standing nearby.
All the good stuff has been picked clean. There are only a few space rings that have not been explored by others. Even if you're lucky enough to pick good stuff, it doesn't matter.
You may make a small profit, but I will never lose.
"Brother Han is a good title. If I can open up some good stuff, how about you call me that way?" Han Feiyu smiled and looked at Shadow Sting.
He remembered the small vow he had made with Sword Wuji, which was to make Shadow Sting bow his head and call him big brother.
