"Fiv... fifty thousand?!"
Qing Jun cradled the hefty Storage Bag, her small, fair hands trembling.
Fifty thousand shiny Spirit Stones!
The little girl's mind was filled with images of countless sizzling roasted Spirit Feather Chickens and a mountain of sugar-coated hawthorns.
This massive fortune could probably buy out all the restaurants in the Peach Mountain District!
"Wow! Master, you're the best master in the whole world!"
In her excitement, Qing Jun jumped three feet high, hugged her master's neck, kissed his face several times, and confidently promised with her little upturned face,
"Don't worry, Master! When Qing Jun grows up, I will definitely find creative ways to show my filial piety to you!"
Unlike Qing Jun,
Jin'er was more aware of the true value of these fifty thousand Spirit Stones.
Back when they were in the Peach Mountain District, her parents' monthly income was only ten Spirit Stones.
