The next morning, someone knocked on the door.
It was Yuan Xiaoyue.
"Big Brother Luo, this is the income for this month, a total of six hundred and twenty lower-grade spirit stones," she said.
Luo Chen blinked as he watched the young girl take out a pile of Spirit Stones from her storage bag.
"Did your Grandfather give you his storage bag?"
Yuan Xiaoyue gently stroked the storage bag and nodded.
This was not just a simple storage bag.
It was also her father's legacy.
Before Yue Jianhu's death, this storage bag was used by him.
Before departing for the death duel at the Dao Debate Platform, Yue Jianhu left his storage bag with Old Man Yuan, never expecting that he wouldn't return.
Only the elderly and the young, both frail and disabled, were left behind.
"Grandfather says now that my business has grown, and I'm handling a lot of items and spirit stones, having a storage bag is more convenient," Yuan Xiaoyue said.