Seeing him so polite, I knew he wasn't a cultivator. After all, freaks like Quan Shifang are rare in the world.
"No worries. Young man, how much are you selling this catfish glue for?" As long as he's not here to pick a fight, it's fine since Granny is having a rough day!
The young man touched the ring on his left hand, and suddenly he had a paper packet in his hands. "He actually has a storage ring!" Ning Xiaoxian kept her expression unchanged, but her pupils couldn't help but shrink. He's just a mortal, how could he possess a storage ring? This treasure, even low-level disciples of Immortal Sects couldn't obtain it. It seems, this guy is not simple.
