There existed an old spirit-stone store in the Jin Capital. It resembled an old fortress and exuded a sad aura.  Around five workers sat around a small smelter, watching a pile of ores of various sizes.

Spirit stones were an essential type of resources in the cultivation world. Everyone needed them after reaching a particular level. The subdivisions and stores that sold spirit stones always had big powers backing them.

However, this particular one looked quite shabby, making others skeptical about its business.

Tonight, two shadows landed right outside; their feet not touching the ground. They wore big bamboo hats that covered their face. The runes carved on them prevented divine intents from spying.

“This place?” The shorter one asked.

“That’s right.” The muscular one quietly answered. One could tell that...