C918 Each of Them Had Their Own Harvests

Qi Yunhong stood before three Stoneborn clansmen in the Free Trade Zone, his gaze fixed on the small, colorful stones arrayed on their stall. Each stone was etched with delicate patterns of lightning, not by any artisan's hand, but naturally formed.

"Fulgurite!" he murmured.

As someone who had regressed to the Spirit Walk Realm, Qi Yunhong rubbed his eyes, scarcely able to believe what he saw