"Let’s see what kind of goodies you have!" Fang Xing held his head low and searched all over Shen Hujun before emptying out a storage sack he had picked up from the latter. His eyes began to widen when he saw just how many bright-red Spirit Stones with purple centers began to pour from it; there was at least a good twenty of these mid-grade Stones! As for the rank of the Flying Sword, why did it look even more impressive than the [Nine Snakes’ Sword]?
There was also a spirit robe that gave off a frigid sensation just through simple touch, its make as smooth as silk. It supposedly warded off any dust and dirt, was impervious to water and fire, and couldn’t be penetrated by an ordinary weapon. Although the robe was perhaps a bit too large for Fang Xing, what did that matter? It all still belonged to him now.
