Upon hearing this, Yu Qingtan's heart skipped a beat.
Gong Ping, the elder, reached out his hand, and the storage bag appeared in his left, then he wiped over it with his right hand.
"There, I've erased the spiritual power mark, It was most likely a trick laid by that old Fire Cloud ghost,"
Gong Ping said.
Yu Qingtan broke out in a cold sweat behind her back, thankful that she had come here to dispose of her ill-gotten goods, and at the same time, she asked, "Elder Gong, could there be the same tricks on the other items?"
"The ones you've taken out here are now clear, but for the others, I have no way of knowing. You'd better warn your friend,"
"Hmm, thank you Elder Gong. Is there a way to check?"
Considering that the rest of her goods were in the System Space, there shouldn't be any problems for the moment.
But having been at a loss when she visited the black market before, and almost becoming a target of a Golden Core cultivator this time, she could not be too cautious.
