Pushing through the crowd pressing toward her, Shi Lan hurried toward a pavilion. The martial gathering had ended, and she needed to reclaim her spirit crystals.
This time, she had wagered nearly her entire fortune for this very moment.
When she reached the pavilion, an attendant led Shi Lan into a private room. After serving tea, he withdrew and closed the door behind him.
Before long, a knock sounded outside.
"Come in."
A middle-aged man pushed open the door, entered, and sat down before Shi Lan. He handed her a storage ring.
Shi Lan accepted it and swept it with her divine sense. Her original stake had been neatly returned to one corner, not a single fraction missing. In another corner, three small mountains were stacked in orderly piles.
The first mountain was the smallest. It consisted of milky-white jade crystals, only several hundred of them, but they were the most valuable.
These were top-grade spirit crystals, worth a hundred times as much as high-grade spirit crystals. This small pile alone was worth several hundred million low-grade spirit crystals.
Besides those, there were more than twenty thousand crystal tokens made from high-grade spirit crystals, as well as several million mid-grade spirit crystals.
There was not a single low-grade spirit crystal.
Regardless, this would be a staggering fortune, enough to make even ordinary second-grade sects green with envy.
"Miss, what you won this time is no small sum. It will take some time to gather. This is only part of it; the rest will be delivered here tomorrow."
The middle-aged man poured Shi Lan a cup of hot tea.
"Just leave me an address, and I'll have someone deliver it to you."
The spirit crystals were no small sum, but to him, they were not enough to cause serious damage.
Because