Hmph! Gracie skimmed through her space ring, pulling out two level nine crystals.
She looked towards Tyler nervously.
Tyler threw a crystal, which added the count to three.
"Here," Harry pushed the ring towards Gracie, taking the crystal in exchange.
Everyone's eyes were sparkling seeing the space ring. Gracie wore it on the other hand.
Realistically, no space was enough to have—everyone would love a bigger space ring.
Even Harry, who had a hundred times larger space ring, realized it. If he didn't have beast space where he put all the corpses, his ring would have almost filled in the previous month.
He was using beast space as a dumping ground and let Wolfie eat them so it could improve cultivation.
"Want to say something?" Gracie looked towards a short, handsome guy.
It was Theron. She felt that he wanted to say something.
