After Ying Ming Hao had pocketed all the Spirit Stones, he actually made a show of running over to Wang Lin, slinging an arm around his shoulders affectionately and whispering something in his ear.
To outsiders, it looked as though he was handing Wang Lin his payment in Spirit Stones.
But only Wang Zhu, who was clinging to Ying Ming Hao, knew the truth: this shameless fellow was merely boasting to Wang Lin. He had not given him so much as half a Spirit Stone, and was even telling him to work harder and put on a better performance...
Brimming with righteous indignation, Wang Zhu had intended to raise her voice and expose Ying Ming Hao's ugly true colors. Unexpectedly, just then, Ying Ming Hao swiftly pulled several Storage Rings gleaming with an enticing light from his robes and stuffed them into her soft bosom without giving her a chance to object.
As the saying went, money could make ghosts turn a millstone. Likewise, those glittering Storage Rings successfully bought off Wang Zhu's pure, kind heart.
In the blink of an eye, she forgot her earlier intention to expose Ying Ming Hao and broke into a delighted smile instead.
Perhaps she was immersed in the joy of possessing so much treasure at that moment?
Or perhaps she simply coveted that unique, wonderful feeling, and so remained reluctant to break free of Ying Ming Hao's warm, broad embrace...
The Heavenly Prodigies of the Northern Territory all remained silent, like eggplants wilted by frost. Their position was weak, and they could only cling tightly to the towering tree that was the Great Qin Dynasty. Without its backing, they would probably have suffered devastating losses long ago.
When some of the Han Family disciples and Heavenly Prodigies closely connected to them saw