Moon’s Big Ten

Stabbing Heart immediately froze in shock when he heard that Shi Feng had fifty stacks of Hard Stones.

The entire Assassin’s Alliance could not even manage to gather up five full stacks. Yet, Shi Feng said he had fifty.

If fifty stacks of Hard Stones were used to craft Whetstones, even if the forgers crafting them had slightly lower success rates, it could allow all the elite players in the Assassin’s Alliance to reach Level 10, entering White River City.

“Brother Ye Feng, you’re not tricking me, right? Do you really have fifty stacks?” Stabbing Heart asked doubtfully. It was not that he did not trust Shi Feng, but this number was simply too huge. Even a first-rate Guild in a town could not offer up that many. It would be impressive if they could even gather six to seven stacks.

“Naturally. Since when have I joked around before?” Shi Feng shook his head, laughing.