Shen Xuan accepted the fresh Water Cloud Turtle blood, placed it to the side, and went up to inspect Zhao Chunsheng's injuries.
"It's nothing, just superficial wounds. The Water Cloud Turtle isn't poisonous, and I have thick skin, so I'll recover in a few days."
"There are too many teams eyeing that Water Cloud Turtle. Our team only managed to grab some turtle meat and shared this blood with me. How many Spirit Stones could it be worth?"
Zhao Chunsheng asked expectantly.
This was the reward he risked his life to obtain.
Shen Xuan glanced at the Water Cloud Turtle blood.
He was also unsure about the market price.
"I'll test the effect first, and then price it for you."
"Alright, whatever Talisman Master Shen says, I trust you."
To Zhao Chunsheng, Shen Xuan was a person of good character.
He never quibbled with him.
Shen Xuan shook his head and carried a small barrel of Water Cloud Turtle blood into the practice room.
