Chapter 642: A Wise Bird Picks a Good Tree
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Updated : Aug 26th, 2025
As they spoke, the man in the black robe drew a box from his voluminous sleeve.
"If he wants pills, give him pills. Whatever he wants, give it to him. As long as he joins the Bloodfiend Alliance, pay any price!"
Zhao Minggong accepted the box, flipped it open, and sucked in a sharp breath.
Inside, a hundred lustrous, perfectly round pills were lined up like pearls, fifty Hundred-Herb Pills and fifty Purple Qi Pills.
"So many?" Zhao blurted, stunned.
The black-robed man let out a cold chuckle....
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