Unknowingly, Mu Wan had begun to sympathize with Xiaobai. She turned the resentment in her heart on Wen Mosheng.
Han Muye smiled and did not reply.
At this time, he did not wish to get involved.
"By the way, the gift from the Prince of Qi seems to be very expensive." Mu Wan's voice sounded again.
Am I getting involved? he wondered.
He chuckled and turned to look at Mu Wan.
"How many gifts did you receive today? Shall we take stock?"
Take stock of the gifts!
Mu Wan's eyes lit up.
Han Muye raised his hand, and small jade boxes, various weapons, and spiritual herbs filled the table.
Mu Wan forgot to pursue the matter. She walked to the table and started to calculate the value of the gifts.
"Is this long saber a spiritual weapon? It's worth 200,000 spiritual rocks, right?
"Is this Frost Grass? That's at least 500,000.
"This long wooden land is not bad. I wonder how much it is worth."