"Alas, where are there so many medicinal pills for breaking through a bottleneck?"
"If there truly were such rare medicinal pills, who would come to exchange them for this seemingly useless tree root of yours."
The blue-robed middle-aged man sighed, his tone full of helplessness.
The Black-robed Old Man frowned, waved his hand, and clearly tried to drive the blue-robed middle-aged man away.
"If you don't have the pills, you can leave. Don't hinder this Old Man's business."
"You."
The blue-robed middle-aged man felt a slight annoyance in his heart, but he ultimately suppressed his anger. He could only glare at the Black-robed Old Man with a frustrated expression, then turned and left disgruntled.
After all, the Black-robed Old Man was a peak Divine Transformation Cultivator, his strength far surpassing him, a Middle Stage Divine Transformation Cultivator. He didn't dare to provoke the other party.
