Mo Huasong laughed, "If you want to keep the Black Sword, you'll have to give me some valuable stuff. Otherwise, I'll kill you and everything on you will be mine."
Lu Kecheng hesitated, then pulled out another Space Storage Bag. "There's some more stuff in this one too, all of it my life's savings. Mo Huasong, you can take everything else but the Black Sword."
Mo Huasong didn't stand on ceremony, once again grabbing the Space Storage Bag. Opening it, his eyes were full of excitement.
My God! Inside was an array of precious herbs: Dragon Spirit Root, Eight-Eating Worm, Heavenly Yellow Grass...
Mo Huasong's eyes shone as he walked over to Lu Kecheng, gazing at him intently, "Lu Kecheng, where did you get all these treasures?"
Those were medicinal herbs that even Mo Huasong had had a hard time locating, and now he had so many of them, enough to fill a room.
