"Old man, are you capable or not? If not, don't waste your time here. Take a left when you exit and disappear back where you came from." Zhang Xiaohao sneered.
A dignified cultivator at the Mahayana Realm, to have cultivated to this level, and yet is so poor, he's lost all the face for men.
"Hmph! Who says I'm not capable? Open your eyes wide and watch closely! It's just a supreme-grade Spirit Stone, isn't it? Although I don't have any supreme-grade Spirit Stones on me, I have some heaven-defying treasures!" said the old monster at the Mahayana Realm coldly.
After speaking, he slapped the storage bag at his waist with his right hand and solemnly took out a long purple box. The entire box was about thirty centimeters long, two fingers wide, with a series of Sealing Talismans pasted on it, looking like an extraordinary treasure.
