After putting the Spirit Marrow Liquid into her bag, Zuoqiu Yiren slightly raised her delicate neck and said, "Regarding the Spirit Marrow Liquid, just pretend you didn't see it, and definitely don't tell the Sect."
After speaking, Zuoqiu Yiren felt a bit embarrassed and said softly, "It seems like the Sect doesn't know how many Middle Grade Spirit Stones this deeper vein contains."
Upon hearing this, the disciples exchanged glances and looked at one another in disbelief.
Elder Zuoqiu's words implied that they could mine the Spirit Stones in this vein, and she would pretend not to know and not inform the Sect.
The disciples' faces lit up with joy. Since the Spirit Marrow Liquid wouldn't fall into their hands anyway, whether to tell the Sect didn't make a difference. Now that they didn't report it, they could mine Middle Grade Spirit Stones. How could they not understand which choice to make?
"Is there Spirit Marrow Liquid? We didn't know."
