This was Chen Jie's simple way of thinking: as long as it isn't his, no matter how beautiful, it's just a passerby.
Chen Jie caught fish and picked lotus, making a killing, but he still wasn't quite satisfied.
At this moment he raised his head and looked at the fog in the sky. If he could collect all this fog, he'd really hit the jackpot. His cultivation of the Qiankun Great Method needed such a massive amount of Spiritual Energy, yet he'd absorbed less than a tenth of this fog. If he could transform all this fog into Tai Sui Pills, that would definitely be hundreds upon hundreds of Tai Sui Pills.
What a pity.
Chen Jie thought for a moment, then groped around in his Storage Ring and took out two empty jars. He casually scooped at the air twice, at least letting the jars get a bit of Spiritual Energy on them.
