It was an extraordinary deal.
Gan Zhen's fingers once again brushed over the jade-green Storage Ring on his index finger, and he sent his Spiritual Sense into it.
Spirit Stones.
Mountains of Spirit Stones.
Eighteen million Spirit Stones lay quietly inside the Storage Ring on his index finger.
The old Gan Zhen had already planned to give up on life.
He had intended to spend the rest of his life, which held no prospects, quietly and peacefully in some corner of the sect.
But the appearance of that gray-feathered sparrow three days ago had changed everything.
Chen Yan.
The young man's face, that of the youth hailed as the Luoling Sect's greatest genius in a thousand years, surfaced in Gan Zhen's mind once more.
But now, this greatest genius the Luoling Sect had seen in a thousand years had become the sect's greatest traitor.
So what?
What had the Luoling Sect ever given him?
Back then, he had been nothing more than a discarded pawn to the sect.
That was precisely why Gan Zhen had ventured out into the world. After accidentally obtaining that Cultivation Method, he had relied on his own efforts to reach the Qi Sea Realm.
Against that backdrop, although Gan Zhen had become an elder of the Xuan Ce Division on the sect's Main Peak, he had ultimately been left with no support.
To shore up his position, Gan Zhen had helped those Spirit Realm elders and Peak Masters amass quite a few Spirit Stones within the sect.
That was precisely why Ren Feng had thrown him into the dungeon.
The question remained the same.
What, exactly, had the Luoling Sect ever given him?
Faced with that gray-feathered sparrow—or rather, the jade-green Storage Ring Chen Yan had given him...
There was nothing to hesitate over.