What can I exchange these for?
After taking several deep breaths, Jiang Chengyun suddenly lowered his head to look at the little girl, "Grandma, why don't you stand up and let him sit."
A'Qian stretched out her palm, pretending to hit him, "..."
Picking up the writing brush once more, she dipped it generously into the thick ink, staring blankly at the document, not knowing where to begin writing.
She actually wanted to ask Shen Yi how he had managed it, but as one of the few iron rules of the monster hunters, they followed orders without reporting back on every matter.
Clearly, Shen Yi was not in the mood for further conversation.
The other monster hunters were staring at the suspended demon blood in the air, even feeling as if they were dreaming.
Shock is an emotion that still falls within cognition.
But the scene before them was completely incomprehensible.
