Brother Cheng had no concept of the identity of the Divine Hall Guard, he was just curiously looking at the Descent Spirit Platform now.
Suddenly, he asked the person beside him: "Those starry spots should all be Profound Spirits, right?"
The cultivator was looking at He Lin with envy and nodded without thinking when he heard this: "That's right."
Brother Cheng was immediately intrigued.
"I see at least ten million Profound Spirits here, getting just 1500 at once isn't much, right?"
His voice wasn't loud, just a pure doubt.
But everyone here was a cultivator and naturally could hear it all.
The cultivator beside him had a change of expression and hurriedly tried to shield him: "You hermit cultivators really know nothing…"
He was just trying to be helpful, fearing that Brother Cheng's words might offend someone.
However, it was already too late.
"Only 1500?"
The originally satisfied He Lin stopped in his tracks and frowned at Jiang Cheng.
