Jackpot

"What grade are they?" Jiang Ting asked curiously. After all, Lin Fan could not possibly be so excited for a bunch of grade one or grade two Spirit Nurturing Flowers, given his uncle's wealth. There were at least a dozen flowers in his hands. So there was no way those could be above grade two. Even if Lin Fan, Xuan Li, and Liu Hao pooled their resources, they could not afford a dozen grade three Spirit Nurturing Flowers.

"I do not have the slightest clue." Lin Fan grinned mischievously.

"Huh?" Jiang Ting's jaw dropped all the way to the ground.

"Are you stupid?" Jiang Ting asked, exasperated.

Lin Fan grinned.

"Brother Jiang, I, Lin Fan, nephew of Wu Zi, have no idea what grade this is."

"Huh?" Jiang Ting was still confused before his expression changed drastically.