His tone was calm, yet carried an irresistible majesty: "I can spare your lives, but you must pay a corresponding price and exchange precious resources for them."
Hearing this, Shi Hao and the Ten Elders clutched at it like drowning men grabbing a straw, rushing to eagerly present the treasures they had treasured for years.
Millennial spirit grasses bloomed with brilliant light in their hands, their vitality so exuberant it seemed ready to burst through their shells, each stalk condensing majestic energy capable of changing a cultivator's destiny.
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