He took out the Storage Bag from the cloaked man, erased the divine sense imprint on it, and dumped all its contents out in one go.
For a moment, the shimmering jewels and flashing spiritual lights almost dazzled the eyes of the master and disciple.
"Wow..."
Even Zhiwei, who hardly interested in material possessions, couldn't help but let out a small exclamation.
On the ground of the ruins, Spirit Stones, Pills, all kinds of puppet parts and materials formed a small hill, the emitted spiritual light almost completely illuminating this dark area!
"We've struck it rich! We've struck it rich!"
Chen Ye was stunned, his eyes wide open.
This cloaked man, how is he far richer than Wei Shu?
At a glance, he saw that there were nineteen pieces of Middle Grade Spirit Stones alone, plus all those materials, the total value might be around four thousand Spirit Stones!
Chen Ye quietly tallied his own funds in his mind.
