In Ji Yuan's storage bag, there are still dozens of them, with no real use.
"Then what does Senior Brother Ma mean?"
Ji Yuan thought of something, but was a bit skeptical, so he asked tentatively.
Ma Xingkong grinned.
"Junior Brother Qiu didn't have a great time at the Great Love Sect either, right?"
"Damn that Wailing Wanderer!"
Ji Yuan blurted out in national essence, "That bastard still owes me hundreds of Spirit Stones, the promised benefits are nowhere to be found."
Ma Xingkong sighed, "Sigh."
"Isn't it just like that? Joining someone else's group is like living under someone else's roof. Back in the day, your old brother here also joined another group, introduced by a friend of mine. And guess what? Brothers were brothers only in name, and once inside, I learned they were all about screwing brothers over."
"You're damn right!"
Ji Yuan slapped his thigh and said.
