The specter in the white suit stared at the fine slip in Lin Feng's hand, his fingers trembling slightly.
It wasn't out of anger, but a lingering effect of the Mourning Staff's pressure, his soul body not yet fully under control.
"Five... five thousand Anomaly Coins?"
His voice was somewhat dry.
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