"There really are still roots!" Someone exclaimed.
Zhou Shilong looked at the tree root, and his expression turned extremely ugly.
The few appraisers who had acted as pawns earlier also drooped their heads, unable to lift them up for a moment. Who would have thought that the result would be like this! Zhou Shilong, whom they had always respected and trusted, had actually made an error in judgment. On the other hand, it was those two little girls who had unique eyes.
A series of exclamations rang out from the crowd. Although many of the people present did not know what it was, just by looking at Zhou Shilong's expression, they knew that Ling Chuxi and Zhi Han were right. This was indeed the second-grade spiritual herb bitter lotus wood.
"This, this is the bitter lotus wood. This is great, my Junior Brother can be saved." The middle-aged man held the bitter lotus wood in his hands and almost cried tears of joy.
