Zong Zijin was brimming with pride. On the side, the cultivation group's Five Tigers, led by Yan Xianghui, suddenly sparkled with interest. He sneaked a glance and then immediately gave a thumbs-up, exclaiming, "Brother Zong indeed has excellent eye power and skill. Such a small matter as plucking Immortal Herbs is effortless for him."
"And Brother Zong is modest and open-minded, unlike some people; they find a treasure and forget their own name, displaying arrogance and neglecting the codes of Jianghu. They disregard righteousness and just focus on hoarding benefits for themselves."
"Look at Brother Zong, wow. Nine hundred bucks for an Immortal Herb worth millions. Did he brag? Did he flaunt?"
Upon hearing their words, Abi was unhappy and, with a hint of a pout, spoke to Shen Qiang, "I told you to walk faster but you didn't listen. See, someone else snatched the bargain, and now he's mocking us. I'm so upset!"
Seeing Abi's playful pout, Shen Qiang couldn't help but chuckle.
