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"This... this..."
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Feng Ansheng's speech stuttered, as he was shocked by the number of Spirit Crystals in the Storage Bag, one pile after another, with a cursory glance amounting to a hundred thousand Spirit Crystals.
Could a Golden Core Cultivator really bring out so many Spirit Crystals?
Since when were Loose Cultivators so wealthy?
"Feng, you can borrow them first, and if it's not enough, I have more," Chu Ning said with a slight smile.
"Dammit, you little Golden Core..."
"You're the one who's dammit!"
A follower by Feng Ansheng's side was just about to berate him when he was abruptly kicked away by Feng Ansheng.
"How dare you talk to my brother Ji like that? He's my good brother."
Feng Ansheng put an arm around Chu Ning's shoulder and, the next moment, tossed the Storage Bag toward the Shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper Xu, see if the Spirit Crystals are enough?"