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As Bi Shuo spoke, he looked at the boxes that the Black Tower Council brought with a hint of disdain. Everything in the world was about profit. How could the Black Tower Council have the nerve to bring out such trash? Naturally, he did not voice his thoughts out; he only cursed silently in his heart.

Indeed. Lu Zhou felt the items that Black Tower Council brought were rather ordinary and did not carry much value. On the other hand, the White Tower Council's gifts were very valuable. They had given him ten fire spirit stones. If he had ten desolate-grade weapons, that was equivalent to giving him three flood-grade weapons. Most importantly was the obsidian essence that was even rarer.

'Hold on. Why am I being swayed by these small things?'