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Seeing that Chiang Tai was starting to concoct the pill, Ning Qi, under Xiaodong's anxious expression, reached out his hand to pick up the spiritual grass from the silver tray.

"Oh? Thirty years of spiritual grass?"

Compared to the spiritual grass that Ning Qi used previously, the quality of the spiritual grass that Mu Qiuchan gave was clearly a little low