"Four hundred and forty spirit stones, where on earth am I going to find that much? What a headache!"
Sitting on a straw meditation mat, Xu Feng cupped his chin in one hand and thought with deep worry.
He had originally believed that, relying on Amulet-Making, he would instantly lift himself out of poverty and grow rich. Never had he imagined that two Antidote Pills would plunge him straight back into the abyss.
Chapter 18