"Clatter..."
The sack poured out, and pieces of silver coins of various sizes rolled onto the table.
With Fang Zheng's precise perception of weight and familiarity with silver, he instantly deduced a total of more than seven hundred and sixty taels.
"A black market gatekeeper has accumulated so much silver?"
"What a pity!"
He lightly shook his head, his voice tinged with regret.
Despite being only Three Blood, that person raised an Exotic Snake; even a Martial Artist who had cultivated True Qi could easily fall prey if careless.
His personality was cautious enough.
This type of person could have lived well, but he shouldn't have attracted attention to himself, leading to losing his life and years of savings going up in smoke.
"Clatter..."
Brushing away the silver, Fang Zheng took out an Eight Trigrams Mirror, a cloth scroll filled with runes, and several clearly unusual Spirit Talismans and placed them on the table.
