Morning.
On the Zunjingde Sect's side, Jing Cheng finished distributing the magic pills and potions they bought. "Fortunately, uncle sent us money." He said as he took out his money purse. "Or else…" he said and sighed.
Jing Bai and Jing Hei. "..."
Zheng Yi noticed their gloomy expression. "…" isn't it because Cheng Sheng is a sucker for money? He thought. "Every competition, there will be strong mages that will reach the third stage. Thus, the other contestants can buy magic pills from them. It depends on them whether they would sell their magic pills or not." He explained. "They're also instances when the mage only sells his products to the people he knows." He added.
"…" that added more sadness in their heart. Fortunately, Cheng Sheng is a money-grubber. They doubt Cheng Sheng would sell them even at least one magic pill if he isn't.