C182 Shen Qingyu

"Brother Jin, you flatter me!" As Ning Fan said this, he threw a bag at each cultivator that he could see in his eyes and said: "Today, I have the honour of joining this large group. It's just a small matter.

As for the things in the bag, they were light, without any weight. In their eyes, it might just be some small fries, thus a fifteen year old or so youth opened the bag curiously