Zhou Qing looked around at the surroundings, the ground was covered with gray-white powder, which was the remnants of mid-grade Spirit Stones after they lost their Spiritual Qi, turning into empty shells.
The old hen came over and pecked at them clucking.
This made Zhou Qing a bit embarrassed and quickly crushed some low-grade spirit stone powder for it.
"Be careful, eating too much might give you kidney stones!" Zhou Qing joked in a good mood.
Then he looked at his Storage Bag, and there were only less than a hundred low-grade Spirit Stones left.
"I am probably the poorest Core Disciple in the entire Taiqing Sect!"
Zhou Qing shook his head with a bitter smile.
Money, money, a hero can be defeated by a single penny.
After cleaning up the room, Zhou Qing finally came to the courtyard, greedily absorbing the midday sun, feeling extremely comfortable.
