Hearing this, Zhang Le beamed with a broad smile and said:
"Heh heh, luck was on our side. It's a pity that you were not with us back then, otherwise, you could have also gained an unexpected fortune."
Ji An smiled faintly, responding:
"Ah, my luck wasn't that good."
If you ask whether there was any regret in his heart at this moment, there was indeed a trace, but just a trace.
The decision made at that time may have led to slightly less wealth, but by avoiding the risk of venturing out, he would not envy others' gains since it came with dangers.
He extended his Divine Sense, shook the bottle a few times, and estimated the storage of Spiritual Fiends inside—it was about ten thousand strands.
"Fellow Daoists, what price are you intending to sell this bottle of Spiritual Fiends for?"
