"No, I don't have time."
"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone."
"Do I look like that kind of person?"
"Two."
"I already said it's not about the Spirit Bones."
"Three. If you won't agree, then get lost!"
"Fine, deal. Take me to pick them out."
Seeing that she could not squeeze any more benefits out of him, Ning Bei immediately agreed.
Bibi Dong was enraged once again by his miserly, money-grubbing appearance. Gritting her teeth, she said:
"I'll give them to you after the deed is done. And you don't get to choose. I'll decide which three."
"My mother's calling me home for dinner. Farewell!"
"You bastard! Do you really distrust me that much?"
Ning Bei nodded. How does a woman like you, who Falls Out as quickly as turning a page, have the nerve to bring up trust?
"Fine, very good. Follow me. I'll let you pick to your heart's content."
Soulfire flickered in Bibi Dong's eyes. She gritted her teeth and strode out of the main hall. Ning Bei chuckled and slowly followed her.
When they arrived at the Treasures Vault, which only the Pope of the Spirit Hall had permission to enter, Bibi Dong unhappily stepped aside and forced out a fake smile.
"Go ahead, Young Master Ning."
Ning Bei was not polite. The Spirit Hall was loaded, after all, and one cut from him would not hurt it.
He entered the storeroom and looked around. Countless rare treasures were displayed on the dazzling shelves, including medicinal herbs and Soul Tools.
At the very back, a conspicuous row of shelves held dozens of ornate wooden boxes. Their shape was identical to the boxes used to store Spirit Bones during the Soul Master Competition. They were probably Spirit Bones.
As he passed the wooden shelves holding the herbs,