Ling Han had really not expected it. These seven people did not have much strength, but they were actually all rich people.
Each of them purchased an indigo grade Yang Soul Stone, and threw out 10,000,000 Star Stones without the slightest heartache, which filled Ling Han with self-doubt. Was he really an alchemist? He seemed to be very poor.
He and the three women continued their advance.
Very quickly, a legend spread around in this ocean—when you were completely off guard, a person would appear quietly, and ask if you wanted to buy anything— no, Yang Soul Stones.
After touring around the Yang Soul Ocean for over 100 years, Ling Han had sold off all the Yang Soul Stones, and after so many years, he had completely stabilized his cultivation level, and his battle prowess had become increasingly frightening.
"It is time to return."
Ling Han and his group floated to the ocean's surface, and searched for the way to return.