"Mi Shuhua returned to Great River Market three days ago."
Wang Yuan's words kept circling through Luo Chen's mind.
He had returned three days ago. The Mountain Shattering Gang was swaying in the wind and rain, so why had he not shown himself?
Why had he hurriedly sought me out today, repeatedly employing psychological tactics and even taking out a Foundation Establishment Pill?
Thinking of that little old man who had once been rosy-cheeked, always smiling like a wealthy old squire, yet was now pale without a trace of blood...
The Mid-Grade Spirit Stones in the corner of the stone chamber, reduced to stone dust, surfaced in his mind once more.
Luo Chen, torn between shock and doubt, instantly grasped the truth: Mi Shuhua was now strong on the outside but hollow within.
"The Small Spirit Gathering Array already consumes a considerable amount of Spirit Stones, much less the Second-Order Spirit Gathering Array!"
"If its effects were truly that good, why would Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators willingly join major powers, or become retainers of some faction?"
"I do not know how long the pseudo-Second-Order Spirit Vein environment created by a Second-Order Spirit Gathering Array can last, but no Foundation Establishment Cultivator can afford that expense."
Ten Mid-Grade Spirit Stones had been placed in each of the eight corners of the stone chamber.
That made eighty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones—eight thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones!
When Mi Shuhua had auctioned off the Magic Treasure, he had spent eighty thousand in one breath.
For a rogue cultivator of his age to have advanced to Mid-Stage Foundation Establishment, it was clear just how many resources he had consumed.
By that logic, he certainly did not have much in savings left.
And precisely because of that, the seriously injured Mi Shuhua was now nearly at the