Chapter 497: Crimson Cloud Purple Fruit

After the shopkeeper entered the back room, Qin Sang closed the shop door and took out an object from his pouch. He placed it in his palm—a withered tree root.>This section of the tree root, like the... Her gaze shifted, and she looked up and down at the surrounding mountain walls.The mountain wall was covered in scars, some sword marks perhaps left by ancient cultivators from countless years ago. A...