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... east Bag?

No, this was a Spirit Beast Bag, worth seven to eight hundred spirit stones!

But after some hesitation, Wang Ba did not let this unexpected surprise cloud his judgement. He did not take the Spirit Beast Bag. Instead, he waved his hands repeatedly, “Immortal, I’m just a menial worker, without Mana, 1 can’t use the Spirit Beast Bag.”

“I know.”

Ye Lingyu said matter-of-factly:

“But you have a Spiritual Root, don’t you! Once you become a disciple, le ...

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