C3569 Tenth Ranked on the Prodigy Roll Qing Zhao

Jiang Ting stood in the air and looked coldly at Qing Zhao inspecting his storage pouch. He didn't conceal his killing intent, but he didn't try to stop him. He just watched.

After observing his storage pouch for a while, Qing Zhao hung it on his waist. "The quantity isn't bad. You can leave now."

"Farewell..." As soon as he finished speaking, the blood mantis looked deeply at Jiang Ting