An Expected Confrontation

Before the person on the stage could reply, Murong Feilong had already taken out a red spiritual herb from his body. The top was shaped like a dragon's head, and there were a few yellow flowers at the edge.

Seeing this spiritual herb, the person on the stage clearly revealed a pleasantly surprised expression.

He could not help but say, "It's a high-grade Level 3 Dragon Fire Ginseng!"

As he spoke, he looked at Murong Feilong with burning passion in his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm willing to exchange for your Dragon Fire Ginseng!"

Hearing this, Murong Feilong smiled and said,

"Sure, but I'm afraid the value of the two things you took out combined is not enough to exchange for my Dragon Fire Ginseng."

The person on the stage clearly knew that what Murong Feilong said was not wrong. He pondered for a moment and said to Murong Feilong,