By the edge of the lake, Wang Xixing’s expression was dark and terrifyingly grim.
Her voice was as cold as ice. "Not a single one?"
The Wangxi Valley medical cultivator hurriedly nodded, her small face turning pale from the terrifying killing intent radiating from Wang Xixing. Still, she forced herself to reply, "None. We don't have any Chijia Fruit."
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