For Ning Cheng, whether he could exchange for a large number of level-seven or higher spiritual grass at this Spiritual Exchange Meeting or not, he had already planned to leave Luolan Star. The matter of taking out a large amount of Soul Cleansing Dew and attracting envy had been put aside by him.
"Didn't you hear me when I asked you a question?" Wu Mei's aura immediately surged, pressuring Ning Cheng directly. He saw more and more cultivators coming over, yet as a seventh-layer Plastic God cultivator, he couldn't gain any advantage in terms of cultivation level.
It wasn't until Ning Cheng and many other cultivators had squeezed over that he looked at Wu Mei and said, "I heard you. I have plenty of Soul Cleansing Dew; as long as you have spiritual grass, feel free to come and sell. Could it be that I should only sell to you alone? Can you afford it all?"
"Really? There's Soul Cleansing Dew?"
"Ah, Soul Cleansing Dew, what's the price?"
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