Inverted Mountain.
Three years have passed, and the ground, once littered with scattered stones, is now flat and clean. The useless stones have all been thrown out of the mountain, while the useful ones have been collected and piled into several small heaps according to their types.
The dozen or so simple stone houses, after some restoration by their owner, are now looking completely new.
When Zhao Sheng reappeared here, this was the dramatically transformed scene he witnessed.
Bam!
As if sensing someone's arrival, the ground cracked open with a bam, and a pebble jumped out, landing heavily three steps away from Zhao Sheng.
"Oh my, I didn't mistake you for someone else. You've finally come. How many Top-grade Spirit Stones did you bring this time?"
Zhao Sheng untied the bundle at his waist and said, "No Top-grade Spirit Stones this time, but I do have about a hundred Mid-grade Spirit Stones. Want them?"
