"Demon cores are divided into nine ranks, and this one is only third rank. It seems a bit too shabby. It would be better to acquire a mid-to-high level one."
Feeling it was somewhat unimpressive, Ning Fan put the demon core back into the Holy Sword Space.
Ning Fan was unaware that in the instant he took out the demon core, Sangganda had a moment of distraction, and when he saw the demon core disappear, a fleeting trace of regret flashed across his face.
Fortunately, with age comes wisdom, and Sangganda did not reveal any unusual emotions.
"Lum, go and pick some fresh fruits."
"How did I forget?"
Grinning and scratching his head, Lum dashed out of the door.
"Mr. Ning, let me explain something to you."
Worried that Ning Fan might not understand, Sangganda dipped his finger in water and drew a rough sketch on the wooden table.
The sketch was very simple, with a large circle representing Kuyesheng Administrative Province and a black dot representing Hill Village.
