Looking at the proud man before him, Li Quanqing had already guessed his identity.
The well-known high-grade Metal Spirit Root, Li Quangeng.
"Here are your thousand Spirit Stones, take them."
Li Quangeng threw an open Storage Bag, from which streams of Spiritual Energy emerged, emitting a radiant and enticing mist.
Looking at the dazzling Spirit Stones, Li Quanqing's hand hidden in his sleeve couldn't help but tremble.
Damn!
Found a fat sheep, brothers.
Slaughter him! Slaughter him! Slaughter him!
Li Quanqing instantly made a decision, his reputation as the Young Master of Clear Streams was not in vain.
With a sneer, his eyes showed a mixture of three parts mockery, three parts disdain, and four parts nonchalance as he coldly spat out two words: "Scram!"
Li Quangeng's eyebrows twitched, it had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him like that.
Very well, you have successfully caught my attention!
