"Sixty million low-grade spirit stones."
"Sixty million low-grade spirit stones a year... always feels a bit lacking."
Jiang Ding mused to himself.
If a Golden Pill Monk were to hear his words, their eyes would certainly turn red with envy, and they might even smash him with a hammer, their minds clouded by jealousy.
Typically, the entire fortune of a Golden Pill Monk would be just tens of millions.
Of course, this doesn't include a large amount of first and second-order items, as Golden Pill Monks rarely collect these lower-order items, only occasionally keeping some aside to reward subordinates, for use in the cultivation of their progeny, and the like.
Even so, for the wealth of the entire Three Kingdoms to be concentrated in one person is quite alarming.
If piled up, it would easily form a small mountain.
"Indeed, it is a bit little."
Jiang Ding reflected further, then added.
