The Celestial Masters of Mount Longhu could communicate with the realms of yin and yang. The Celestial Masters had originally appeared to purge the world of its demons and monsters... Being able to sense the state of souls could be considered an introductory cultivation practice for the Celestial Masters of Mount Longhu.
The dozens of souls inside this box were constantly radiating auras of hatred and despair... Perhaps they were wails of grief after having their lives harvested and then being imprisoned inside this tiny box.
Mo Mo was holding his head, his voice somewhat heavy. "I don't know what purchase coins are exactly... But is it really all right for you to do this?"
Nero, who was happily gulping down a large mug of draft beer, glanced at Mo Mo from beside the mug while maintaining her drinking motion.
"To obtain something, you casually trample on these lives... treating them as items for trade?" Mo Mo's voice sank even lower.
Nero blinked, set down the large mug in her hand, and asked curiously, "Hey, kid, don't tell me you're the righteous type? Ah... how boring. I didn't make the rules in the first place. I'm only following them. Besides, I earned this money through my own abilities. Why shouldn't I be allowed to spend it?"
"Are you kidding me?" The table suddenly shook with a loud bang—that was the result of Mo Mo slamming both hands against it. He abruptly rose and glared down at the white-haired girl's indifferent face. "Do you know how heavy a life is?! How can you just... just!!!"
"Oh, you really are that kind of person." Nero waved her hand. "Looks like there's no chance of us forming a team. Let's go our separate ways after this meal... Also, kid, don't you think you're