Bai Lang smiled wickedly and pointed at Gong Jue's sachet. "Master Jue, can you let me admire it?"
Gong Jue's expression was cold. "No."
Bai Lang was speechless. What a stingy Little Jue!
However, he couldn't get over it.
He turned around and asked Xiaobei, "Xiaobei, let me see your sachet."
Xiaobei was very straightforward. "Okay."
He untied it and handed it to him.
Bai Lang took out a bag with crude workmanship that looked like a sachet from his waist. "Actually, I made one too. It doesn't look as good as yours, but do you know that what I have here is 200-year-old Ambergris?! Heh heh, Little Qiqi only gave you 100 years, right? Don't look at the 100-year difference. The value and fragrance are worlds apart! Come, smell mine!"
He was extremely pleased and showed off the Ambergris that he had bought from "Grandma Ye."
How was it?
This move could kill the little demon instantly.
