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... didn't know what to say anymore.

Although there wasn't an exact exchange rate between mid-grade and low-grade spirit stones, if one were to exchange them, several hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones could get quite a few mid-grade ones.

However, in most cases, no one would willingly trade mid-grade spirit stones for low-grade ones, nor would anyone trade low-grade ones for mid-grade ones.

They each had their own specific use, functioning on different levels.

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