The muscles on Wei Fan and Feng Hua's faces twitched and soon returned to their true forms.
Zhou Shen smiled without a hint of reproach.
With his hands behind his back, he approached and brushed his luminous fingers over the corpse of Saint Son Yuan Jie, revealing a faint Saint Level fluctuation that quickly vanished.
"It is indeed the Qilin Ape Race's Saint Son!"
It's not possible to casually present a corpse and claim to have killed a Saint Son; the Demon Hunter Organization has its own verification methods.
"You probably use this corpse just to eat the meat. How about selling it to the Demon Hunter Organization for thirty thousand spirit crystals?"
He looked at Wei Fan.
Such a corpse, which flows with Holy Blood, would only serve as food for someone like Wei Fan, but in the hands of a skilled alchemist, it could be transformed into treasure medicine that enhances potential.
"Alright!"
