Heavenly Hall, inside the guesthouse.
Chen Qiu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed, got up, ready to return to his seclusion spot—the Heavenly Palace. This journey had come to a perfect end; after spending a few days and nearly a million Spirit Stones, he had finally managed to get the "Big Yao Nine" Heavenly Dao Term Group.
The effect was good.
He was very satisfied.
It was just a bit of a waste of money. For ninety-nine percent of people, this opportunity would have been squandered; not everyone could afford to gamble nearly a million Spirit Stones on it. If you were lucky, that was fine, but if you were unlucky, those million might not even be enough to stop the loss.
Especially since, before drawing it, you wouldn't even know what the effect of the Heavenly Dao Term Group "Big Yao Nine" was. It was pure gambling, because you had no idea what you were going to get.
