Chapter 82: Spiritual Stones Are Scarce, Refining Pills

"Hahaha-good, good! What a treasure!" Stefan Zimmerman laughed out loud. With this Gourd, he could carry a mountain of things on him. "Collect." His divine sense swept out. Purple Ginseng, rosemary incense, and the bronze cauldron vanished into the Gourd. Delight bubbled up in him. He practically couldn't keep his hands off the thing. He sank his mind into the Gourd's interior and found a space ten meters long, ten wide, and ten high-an empty cube. A drift of dust lay inside, the remnants of...