The old man grinned, showing a missing front tooth, and warmly said:
"Senior, this is a great item, twenty spirit stones."
He didn't recognize what it was, but if it could catch the attention of a sect cultivator, it must be extraordinary.
For a Foundation Establishment cultivator to take an interest, asking for twenty spirit stones wasn't unreasonable.
At this moment, he put behind him all the fruitless attempts at selling it in sect shops.
Wei Shouqing sneered:
"A piece of broken rock, how could it be something good, here's one spirit stone, we'll take it."
The old man's expression stiffened, and he said stubbornly:
"If it weren't good, would this senior be interested? Twenty spirit stones, not a single one less."
Ji An felt a stream of energy entering his body through his fingertips, flowing through the Immortal Vein into his dantian.
His mind connected with the Stone Turtle, discovering that the Gen Spirit's numbers were steadily increasing, slowly but surely.
