"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Watching the miniature lower-grade spirit stone mine vanish just like that, Su Yan could not help letting out a string of sighs.
Though the spirit stones mine was small, it contained a staggering three to four hundred million lower-grade spirit stones, along with an estimated tens of thousands of middle-grade spirit stones.
Such an enormous reserve of spirit stones would have sent countless minor factions in the outside world scrambling for it in a frenzy.
For an ordinary minor faction, the value of this spirit stones mine would have covered an entire year's expenses.
Yet now, all of it had vanished without a trace in an instant, like a bubble bursting.
Su Yan could not help wincing at the loss. If the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda had not been such an enormous help to him in this Secret Realm, how could he have borne to squander such precious spirit stones mines?
After all, he had seized these spirit stones mines from Lu Ji, Zhang Shilong, and the others. His methods might not have been entirely honorable, but once something entered his pocket, it naturally belonged to him.
Who would spit out meat they had already swallowed?!
Just as Su Yan was silently lamenting the loss, the eerie, pitch-black ball of light in the center of the lotus suddenly emitted another series of broken, strange, incoherent sounds:
"Master... I want more... not enough... nowhere near enough..."
The voice seemed to come from hell itself, making his hair stand on end.
At the same time, the entire lake began trembling faintly, as though expressing its craving for more spirit stones.
At the sight, Su Yan's eyes widened, and he cursed:
"Holy shit, you really are a money-burning bastard! Do you think I'm the richest man in this world?"
"With this