Excitement flickered in Zhang Jing's eyes, but it quickly subsided back to calmness.
Before that, he needed to ascertain how quickly the Gather Spirit Light could purify the impurities in the spiritual power of his Dantian.
He couldn't afford to consume all seven Accumulative Spirit Pills in a month, only to have the Gather Spirit Light take more than ten years to gradually clean up these impurities from the spiritual power of his Dantian. That would be a loss.
"Let's buy one pill to test the waters."
Zhang Jing made up his mind.
Outside the Marvelous Pill Pavilion.
Ji Bochang, satisfied, tucked the purchased Purple Spirit Pill into his storage bag. He turned to Zhang Jing and said, "Brother Zhang, the Ghost Market will open here tonight. I want to see it, would you like to come along?"
"No, Brother Ji." Zhang Jing shook his head in refusal.
"Haha, well, in that case, I suppose Brother Zhang, you'll be heading back alone today."
"You may go as you please, Brother Ji."
