"Thirty-Eight, how much River of Time Golden Sand did you bid for and at what price?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.
The question abruptly echoed.
Lu 38 quivered in surprise, then quickly realized it was his own master.
The next moment.
He tilted his huge head high, pride bubbling in his voice:
"Lord, I've gotten 1,233 grains of River of Time Golden Sand with an average price of ninety-one luck movement per grain."
"Good job, well done!"
Zhang Jing's eyes brightened slightly, he nodded satisfyingly in praise.
Despite Lu 38's lazy demeanour and seemingly uncaring attitude towards cultivation, it is incredibly committed when it involves spiritual plants and Immortal roots.
"How much luck movement is left?"
"Just over one hundred thousand."
As the words fell.
Zhang Jing immediately understood, and then instructed:
