He Qingge spent a lot of effort and finally pulled the eye of the spiritual spring up.
"Hahahaha, this treasure should belong to me."
A middle-aged man in a green robe laughed wildly. His long hair was like a snake.
He Qingge instantly recognized this person. He was the first place in the last round of the Pill Tower's pill refinement examination.
When he was in the outside world, he could not sense his exact strength.
Now, the huge pressure was making He Qingge unable to stand up. The spiritual spring eye that was originally supporting him instantly fell back to its original position.
"Nascent Soul Realm!" He Qingge said in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man smiled." Not bad. You can sense it. Since you know my strength, why don't you get lost?"
" The rare treasures in the world belong to the virtuous. You wouldn't object to someone as highly respected as me, would you?"
