"This..." Yun Sheng stepped forward, her breathing quickening in a rare display of agitation.
It was not just the Frost Congealment sword. Beside it lay ten palm-sized brocade pouches, neatly arranged. Chen Lin swept them with his divine sense. Every pouch was filled with neatly cut mid-grade spirit crystals rich in laws.
One thousand crystals per pouch. Ten pouches meant a full ten thousand mid-grade spirit crystals!
"Hiss-" Changqingzi sucked in a breath, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
They had worked themselves to the bone mining for a month and only saved up a few thousand. Yet this fatty had handed over ten thousand mid-grade spirit crystals, along with a supreme-grade flying sword worth at least three thousand.
This was no small gift.
"That Fatty Wang has eyes and ears everywhere." Chen Lin picked up Frost Congealment and flicked a finger against the spine of its blade.
Clang-
The sword rang clear, like a dragon's cry.
"How long were we even in the trading district? Not only did he find out everything that happened there, he even noticed you had your eye on this sword." Chen Lin handed it to Yun Sheng.
Yun Sheng accepted it without demur. The instant her slender fingers closed around its hilt, the Azure Origin Sword Art true essence within her resonated fiercely with the blade. A terrifying surge of early Void Refinement sword intent shot into the heavens.
With a supreme-grade flying sword in hand, her combat strength had at least doubled.
"We owe him a tremendous favor." Yun Sheng sheathed the sword. Her voice remained cool, but a sharp edge had entered her eyes.
"We can repay the favor later. Right now, these things will keep us alive." Chen Lin tossed the ten pouches of spirit crystals onto the table