Dawn was breaking, and the entire Arrest Bureau of Beilin City was operating at full capacity. Mi Lan had fought hard all night, managing to produce a full two thousand soil balls.
After a whole night of work, Mi Lan's fertilizer fist technique had reached a state of divine mastery. From sealing just a few balls at a time in the beginning, he was eventually sealing dozens at once. Moreover, the balls came in all sorts of shapes—fruit-shaped, animal-shaped, humanoid-shaped, you name it...
Of the two thousand soil balls, half were for coin wagers and half for spirit jade wagers, since after all, not every cultivator possessed spirit jade.
Chapter 245