บท 1667: How Would You Like To Die?

After they left the palace, Ling Qinfeng told Chen Xiaobei, "I can't help you with this one. I would need to pick my family's treasury clean to get 100 catties of Earth-God grade material!"

"I understand..." Chen Xiaobei said. "This matter is extremely inconvenient, especially since we are not in the Earth-God realm…"

"I know right." Ling Qingfeng agreed. "We'll see. It would be a pretty impressive situation even if only a third of the competitors return after seven days!"

"Well, I better not keep you. You should return to Dragon God Starfield. See you when I see you!" Chen Xiaobei bid her farewell.

"Mm, I hope I can see you after seven days!"

After Ling Qingfeng left, Chen Xiaobei wandered around the streets of Saint Duke's Imperial City alone but he was not in the mood to experience the city's charm and business. His mind was too preoccupied with figuring out where to find so many Earth-God grade materials.

Money? Impossible…