As he produced the Divine Fire Pill, a wave of sharp intakes of breath erupted all around him. The crowd stared at the pill in his hand with looks of stunned disbelief.
Beyond the shock, there was a burning greed.
The crowd stirred restlessly, yet no one dared to move. Biting words and even physical brawls were one thing, but to rob Wu Jiang of his Divine Fire Pill would surely invite severe punishment.
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