In order to catch the falling sacred beast's inner core, the old man almost broke his waist. It was not easy for him to catch this inner core. He carefully carried it to the plate in the maid's hand and waved his hand to ask the maid to leave quickly. He said to Beiting Huang angrily, "Sir, this is a sacred beast's inner core. It's not just a magical core. Moreover, it's the inner core of a bloodline magical beast. Even a refiner with poor skills can use it to create a divine weapon. Don't you think it should be valuable?"
What a joke. The Central Continent had a recorded history of ten thousand years. No matter how valiant an expert was, no one had ever killed a sacred beast and dug out its inner core to sell. He really did not know how this young man in front of her obtained this inner core. No matter what methods he used, as long as he could remove a sacred beast's inner core, she could not be underestimated.
