Blood Flame Crystal, Branchless Fruit, Ten-thousand-year-old Spirit Liquid.
Divine Flower, Worry Dried Grass.
One precious material and medicinal herb after another caused Tang Feng's heart to race uncontrollably.
Anything that caught his eye was extraordinary in its own right.
Just taking out any one of these items could lead to life-and-death struggles among people.
Top-grade Spiritual Crystals were at least a hundred billion in number, and Top Grade Spirit Stones were piled as high as mountains.
Tang Feng's mouth, which had opened wide in shock, remained agape for a while. Finally regaining his composure, he smoothed over the several huge pits at the foot of the mountain and drove toward the Gao Family.
Gao Jingyao had been feeling anxious ever since she returned home.
She worried whether Tang Feng was in danger and if he could extricate himself from it.