Moyang took the Spatial Ring and swept his divine sense through it. Aside from some ordinary herbs, there were only a few spirit herbs inside. He was left completely speechless. This old codger was truly stingy to the core; he had actually thought the fellow had grown a conscience.
"Just this?" Moyang wore a look of utter disdain, yet he still put the Spatial Ring away.
Herbs were things Moyang could never have too many of, especially given his heavy consumption in alchemy.
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