When Yun Qingyang hid in a corner and fiddled with two million Spirit Crystals from her spatial ring into Ma Feifei's spatial pouch, the Spirit Crystals came pouring down in a clattering torrent, finally making Ma Feifei understand what it meant to be obscenely rich.
At the same time, Ma Feifei learned a lesson: never compare wealth with a dragon. You truly couldn't imagine how much wealth they might suddenly produce to bury you under, despite seeming poor the moment before.
Yun Qingyang, who normally fought him to the death over just a few Spirit Crystals, had casually poured them out of her spatial ring when faced with a fortune of two million.
"Big Sister Qingyang, that spatial ring of yours looks pretty nice," Ma Feifei said, smacking his lips as he sidled up to butter her up.
Yun Qingyang didn't even look at Ma Feifei. As she poured out the Spirit Crystals, she stared at them, afraid that she might miscount and give him a few extra.
"Tsk, tsk." Ma Feifei looked at the spatial ring on Yun Qingyang's hand, green with envy. Yun Qingyang was a dragon who'd lived for tens of thousands of years! Who knew how much wealth was inside that spatial ring?
"Here." After pouring out the Spirit Crystals, Yun Qingyang handed the spatial pouch to Ma Feifei.
When Ma Feifei reached out, Yun Qingyang pulled back a little, raised her index finger, and looked at him seriously. "Remember, I want 1.8 million."
Hearing this, Ma Feifei nodded just as seriously. "Don't worry. I'll definitely give you 1.8 million. I'd feel terrible if I gave you even one less."
Yun Qingyang nodded in satisfaction and trustingly handed him the spatial pouch. Then she ran back to the Bookstore, clutching her sword. As an employee of