"What are you muttering about? You've been standing there forever. Are you coming in or not?" Li Chenfeng leaned against the wall and shot Han Yi a sidelong glance, his tone edged with impatience. 0

"Coming, coming." Han Yi, who had been talking to himself, startled slightly. With visible reluctance, he held out a storage ring.0

"Two thousand low-grade spirit stones. It's all in there." The words clearly pained him.0

"Alright, follow me." Having witnessed contribution points in the tens of millions, Li Chenfeng's sense of scale had shifted considerably. A few thousand was nothing to speak of.0

Still, even the smallest mosquito carries a bit of meat. He curled his lip and pocketed the ring.0

Then he led Han Yi to the Foundation Establishment Master.0

At the sight of the...0