After Zhou Qing returned to his room, he looked at the old hen with bulging eyes staring blankly at a wooden post. He took out Spirit Egg Shells, top-grade Spirit Stones, and empty top-grade Spirit Stone shells, crushed them, and placed them in front of the hen with a pained expression.
"This loss is simply too big!"
The old hen seemed to smell something and hurriedly lowered its head, pecking at the crack between the bricks with "dada" sounds.
Zhou Qing quickly adjusted its head.
Seeing it eat with relish, Zhou Qing finally stood up, returned to the table, and took out the two mid-grade Spirit Stones given by Duanmu Shu, feeling slightly better.
"Adding these two, along with the three thousand low-grade Spirit Stones earned from the trading fair, this is all my possessions!"
Zhou Qing carefully put them away and then took out the broken sword, examining it meticulously.
"This sword seems as if it had never been broken. Could it have been forged this way from the beginning?"
