"Not bad. Do you have any more?"

Zhang Lie's face was the epitome of greed. But under these circumstances, no matter how excessive his demands were, Li Jin could only agree to them with a smile.

"You want mutated-grade soulshards too?"

"Of course! Those are still points, after all."

Li Jin's eyebrow twitched, but he opened up his soulspace again. In another blinding flash of light, more than thirty mutated-grade soulshards, each like a resplendent gem, appeared in front of Zhang Lie.

This time, he was too lazy to even inspect each one. Instead, he swept them all up into his potbellied-toad pouch. This was essentially all the profit that Zhang Lie could extract from Li Jin.

"Very good. For your...