C1123 Let's Compete in Pill Refining!

"Eleven million low-grade spirit stones..." Lv Liang, Zuo Zheng, and their companions felt their hearts bleed as they cursed under their breath.

With bruised and swollen faces, they retreated into the bedroom.

"Brothers, we can't just let this slide. We must find a way to win back those spirit stones," Lv Liang declared with a vengeful tone