With 310,000 spirit stones in hand, Jiang Hao felt sentimental.
He had earned a lot of spirit stones again.
Combined with what he already had, there were over 320,000 spirit stones.
For a moment, the spirit stones surpassed all he had before.
He felt very wealthy.
If he didn't use them to digest the divine soul of the Holy Master, he would have enough to buy tea or help plant high-grade spirit herbs.
"Senior, your tea is here," said Wei Quande.
The one who brought the tea leaves was the woman from before.
She saw that Senior Wei was so respectful toward this person and was somewhat shocked. She didn't understand what kind of person this was who demanded such respect.
"Is the season of September Spring almost over?" Jiang Hao curiously asked.
He didn't really understand when the right season was for the tea.