"Put the cushioning knife first."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath, looking at Tianxuan Zi's storage treasures that had no protection left.
There was no surprise—the various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, magic treasures, nascent treasures, spirit stones... all together, their total value was about...
No,
a surprise did occur.
Approximately more than three billion low-grade spirit stones.
The vast storage shell was empty, making one's eyes widen in shock.
"Ah! No!"
"Damn Tianxuan Zi!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."
Jiang Ding, unable to control himself, let out a shrill scream, "How could you be poorer than the inheritance disciples, the Ten Kings of the Heavenly Palace?!!"
"Should this be so? Is this reasonable? Huh?"
"It should not!"
"This is unreasonable!"
"You lack the professional ethics of cultivators!"
Even a hastily promoted Taoist disciple should not be like this!
