These Spiritual Wisdom Grasses...
"Third Sister, what are you waiting for, get to work."
Tu Suxuan rubbed his fists, eager to try.
Xin Lin, however, waved her hand. With a flick, Sealing Spirit Talisman No. 3 dropped into her palm.
"Castrated ghost, let me ask you, are these what you called Spiritual Wisdom Grass?"
Xin Lin's tone carried several shades of sternness.
Xin Lin released the castrated ghost and the little fox.
The castrated ghost appeared, extremely unwilling and resentful.
"These are exactly the Spiritual Wisdom Grass. Those mercenaries before were all harvesting these."
"Do you take me for a fool that you can string along? What I want are at least ten-year, preferably over twenty-year-old Spiritual Wisdom Grasses, and you're trying to fob me off with stuff that's one or two years old, at most not even three?"
Xin Lin's beautiful eyes widened.
Between her brows, a pressing aura of Evil Qi surged forth.
