Wang Zijia still remembered, the Human Pill refined by the Devil Gate in the Spirit Suppressing Realm, had the value of only three to five magic money. Given the normal absorption efficiency and the refining fees, as well as other losses, a healthy, young life for sure wasn't even worth one magic money.
Even if this was the East Wilderness, which was a little more prosperous, and the heartland of the Orthodox Profound Sect, it couldn't be compared this way.
However, a person who could bring out a hundred magic money as an entry fee... could he still be called an ordinary person?
The only benefit was that, for a hundred magic money, you would get an entry-and-exit order that could be used freely within three months.
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After entering the city, Wang Zijia looked around.
Most of those filling the streets were monks, predominately Perfected Ones, dressed in a wide variety of styles.
