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After the old man put away the crystal, he waved his hand as if he was impatiently chasing away a beggar.

"Won't you report it?"

Qin Feng didn't leave but asked in puzzlement. Those thousand year old herbs were only worth a few tens of millions, and some people weren't even worth as much as the ones he gave.

"If you are not afraid of losing face