"Amitabha, benefactor, have you found any resources?"
Seeing Li Xiaobai return, Crying Monk raised his lips into a smile and asked expectantly.
"Found it. Master, take it."
Li Xiaobai tossed the stone in his hand to the other, saying with a smile.
"Thank you, benefactor..."
Crying Monk quickly caught the stone, closed his eyes to carefully sense it, and the smile on his face gradually froze. Although this stone indeed bore traces of blood, no matter how he felt, he sensed no energy fluctuations from it.
This blood was not divine, nor did it contain any mysterious power. Anyway, this was just an ordinary stone.
Could he have been tricked?
The surrounding cultivators gathered intentionally or unintentionally, also examining the stone closely. The cultivators, initially eager to snatch it, suddenly lost interest.
"Amitabha, what does benefactor mean by giving a monk a stone?"
Crying Monk looked at Li Xiaobai, a flash of malice crossed his face.
"A stone?"