C1108 A Group of Poor People

1.92 million low-grade spirit stones—that's the equivalent of a round-trip ticket.

The complexions of the dozen or so youths darkened in unison, a wave of dizziness overwhelming them.

"Hey, what are you all zoning out for? Cough up the cash!"

Ruan Mei rapped on the table, her tone playful.

"Um... could someone lend me some? I'll pay you back later."

"I'm short too. Spot me some