Jiang Ding extended his hand and beckoned.
Both the storage bags of Yellow Leopard and the long-bearded elder flew into his hand. A sweep with his Divine Sense revealed that although Yellow Leopard's storage bag was said to have had its restrictions erased, in truth, a highly secretive tracking mark was still left behind.
"These bandit cultivators…"
Jiang Ding sneered, making a mental note of this.
Not a single word spoken by such xiexiu could be trusted. If his Divine Sense Scanning capabilities had been even slightly inferior, he might have found himself ambushed and surrounded for assassination by seven or eight Golden Pill Monks while walking on the road one day.
Inside the bag were items worth two to three million low-grade Spirit Stones, including some third-stage heavenly material and earth treasure elixirs.
If this had been shortly after he began his Foundation-building, these Spirit Stones would have kept him excited for a long time.
