It had to be said that Feng Jun was a very responsible man. To ensure the Guardians would not be disappointed, he had secured one hundred Extreme Spirit Stones.
If he had asked for more, the True Lord of the Xiong Clan might not have agreed.
So he took out one hundred Extreme Spirit Stones. "Mission accomplished... though Extreme Spirit Stones are precious over there as well."
A slight shift passed through the Guardians' consciousness, and all the Extreme Spirit Stones vanished. "Oh? You still have Extreme Spirit Stones on you?"
"Just one," Feng Jun said, taking out an Extreme Spirit Stone. "I originally asked for ten extra, but I gave them to others."
He had given them away? He really had. Yi Jue, Hanhai, and Wei Sancai had each received two. He was thanking his friends for their help.
Even in Heavenly Zither, such things were among the hottest commodities imaginable. No one had dared fight Feng Jun over the hundred he asked for, but the extra ten Top-Grade Spirit Stones had been the condition for sparing Xiong Yijun. That had been an unexpected development, and everyone understood it.
Feng Jun had handled things well too. It was only two stones per person, and he did not mind sharing the fruits of victory with his friends. As for Qian Zhong, she had not even asked—perhaps that was the pride of an ancient family?
Thus, Feng Jun still had four Top-Grade Spirit Stones in his possession.
He did not have any especially clear understanding of Top-Grade Spirit Stones. He only knew they were valuable and extraordinarily difficult to obtain, so he could not help considering keeping two for his own research.
He would never hesitate over what he had promised the Guardians. A man had to be honest. But of