The next morning, someone came calling.
It was Yuan Xiaoyue.
"Brother Luo, this is this month's income. Six hundred and twenty Low-Grade Spirit Stones in total."
Luo Chen watched the young girl take out that pile of Spirit Stones from her Storage Bag and blinked.
"Your grandfather gave you his Storage Bag?"
Yuan Xiaoyue lovingly stroked the Storage Bag and gently nodded.
This was more than just a Storage Bag.
It was also a relic left behind by her father.
Before the Leaping Stream Tiger died, he had always used this Storage Bag.
Before his deathmatch on the Dao Discussion Stage, the Leaping Stream Tiger had left the Storage Bag with Old Yuan. Who would have thought that he would leave, never to return?
All that remained were one old man and one young girl, two weak, elderly, disabled, and sickly souls.
"Grandpa said that my business is bigger now. I handle too many goods and Spirit Stones, so having a Storage Bag is more convenient."
A Qi Refining Second Layer cultivator daring to use a Storage Bag was only possible in the relatively safe Inner City.
Luo Chen felt a little envious. When he had transmigrated, why had he not received such an inheritance?
He counted the Spirit Stones, then calculated their respective accounts according to the prices.
He had initially invested two hundred Spirit Stones, half for producing Immortal Beans, popcorn, and such things, while the other half had gone toward purchasing Yellow Pear Wine.
Now that he had recouped more than six hundred, the profit was fairly impressive.
It was just a pity that Great River Market only had one Dao Discussion Stage. Otherwise, this business could have grown bigger and stronger.
After calculating everything, there was basically no significant discrepancy.
Luo Chen was not worried that