C931 Shou

Yin stared at the leather bag filled with spirit stones, his dark eyes wide with disbelief. There were indeed ninety-five stones left in the bag. But that wasn't the most astonishing part. The old man had accounted for all their spirit stones, even after deducting what they'd spent on rice, flour, oil, meat, and paper, leaving them with nine hundred ninety-five and a half stones