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"Kid, you have guts!" The Myriad Lightning Grandmaster tossed over a storage bag!

"Senior, you flatter me!" Wang Xiaohu did not seem to understand the meaning behind his words.

The Skyfire Grandmaster tossed over a storage pouch. "Little fellow, not bad!"

Wang Xiaohu received it with a smile. The old man with a rosy nose threw Wang Xiaohu a storage bag, "Your wine is not bad