After a moment of thought, Lin Changheng decided to keep only the Sinking Sand Bag and sell off the rest.
They were stolen goods, and two of the items were damaged, so getting a low offer was inevitable. Still, his bottom line was one hundred and eighty Lower Grade Spirit Stones.
He wouldn't sell for any less, or else he'd be a complete fool.
The three used Storage Bags were each worth sixty to seventy Spirit Stones as well.
Doing a quick mental calculation, Lin Changheng couldn't help but gasp. "All told, that's nearly one thousand four hundred Lower Grade Spirit Stones."
"Even after setting aside the Sinking Sand Bag and the Demon Beast Essence Blood for myself, it's still close to nine hundred!"
"It's true what they say: a horse never gets fat without a midnight snack, and a man never gets rich without a windfall! Tsk, tsk. Nothing beats a 'gift' from others to get rich quick!"
Lin Changheng felt the rush going to his head.
