In the trading secret chamber.
Occasional sounds of gasps could be heard.
The table in front of them was piling up with pure Demon Cores of every level.
The old man's look of indifference gradually disappeared from his face.
He unconsciously looked at Zhang Jing, who was taking out one Demon Core after another from his storage space, with a touch of surprise and excitement in his heart!
If he could buy all these pure Demon Cores, the reward for his commission alone would be nearly a hundred Dao merits.
More importantly.
Having done this for decades, his vision had been honed to an extraordinary level.
All the signs pointed to the fact that this Junior Brother and his team must have a way to dispel the residual devil energy in the Demon Cores.
If they could engage in long-term cooperation, he might be able to lie back and count his Dao merits.
"Senior Brother, could you please tell me how many Dao merits these pure Demon Cores are worth?"
Zhang Jing's voice rang out.
