“Ten… Ten million low-grade chaos spirit stones? Senior, are you for real?” Tan Zhiming looked at Huang Xiaolong with an incredulous look in his eyes. Could it be that Huang Xiaolong was really serious about his offer?

Huang Xiaolong nodded his head. “That’s right.” Taking out a spatial ring, Huang Xiaolong flicked it towards Tan Zhiming.

“There are ten million low-grade chaos spirit stones here.” Huang Xiaolong paused for a moment before continuing, “If you have nothing else to say, give me the Seed of Enlightenment.”

“Of course, all of you need to make an oath that you will not leak anything about the Seed of Enlightenment to anyone else.”

Tan Zhiming stared at the mountain-like pile of low-grade chaos spirit stones in the spatial ring in a daze. A burst of joy filled his heart, and he nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice. “Sure, sure! Senior, please...