Indeed.
Yan Shu didn't have any more questions. She remained silent, waiting to see how Xiao Jihan would handle the situation.
Xiao Jihan glanced at the bloodstains on the invisible sword, furrowing his sword-like eyebrows. Then, he turned to the leader and asked, "How long have you been here, and how many spiritual stones have you swindled in total?"
The leader, still reeling from the kick, felt like his internal organs had shifted.
Fully aware of the terrifying strength of these two individuals, he didn't dare to hide anything anymore. He answered, "We've been here for almost three months and haven't swindled many spiritual stones. We've only got a little over two hundred mid-grade spiritual stones, which we divided among us."
As he spoke, he took out the spiritual stones he had on him. Yan Shu glanced at them and estimated there were about seventy to eighty stones.
The rest were probably on the bodies of the deceased.