Inside the residence.
Shen Wenyan and the others accompanied Jiang Ning to take their seats.
"Brother Jiang, please take a look, this is a summary of the Cross Immortal Gate." Shen Wenyan handed over a book.
The pages were thick, and there was the scent of ink, clearly written not long ago.
Jiang Ning took it and then flipped through it.
The entries were clear, categorized.
Spirit materials and ores: Hundred-tempered fine iron ×× pounds, thousand-forged fine iron ×× pounds, Cold Star Iron ×× pounds.
Pills: ...
Gold and silver assets: ...
...
As he scanned quickly through each item, Jiang Ning couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Even though he had taken the wealth from the secret treasury and the pills from the pill room, the wealth accumulated by the Cross Immortal Gate was still extremely abundant.
Then, he quickly turned to the last page.
Total value summed up to sixty-three thousand taels of gold.
