C42 Treasure Pot

Four hours later, Zhao Zhenzong picked up the black pot once again. Lin Yang stuck his head out and was shocked by what he saw.

"Damn, where's my Middle Grade Spirit Stone?"

At the bottom of the black pot, there was a layer of glistening liquid flowing, but the Middle Grade Spirit Stone was nowhere to be seen.

Zhao Zhenzong said snappily, "Middle Grade Spirit Stone, Middle Grade Spirit Stone