However, in this man's words, there was more or less a trace of sourness, especially when talking about that Red Willow Spirit Plant.
"My business is no concern of yours, brother." Qian Mo Fairy said indifferently and entered the private room without looking back.
As she glanced at those few Blood Race cultivators, she showed a trace of disgust.
People in the corridor on the second floor of the venue looked at each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat awkward for a moment.
"Brother Mui, it seems your sister is not very welcoming to me!" said a red-robed cultivator from the Blood Race, leading the group.
"The Spirit Plant you mentioned, could it be that Divine Red Willow ranked among the Ten Thousand Spirits Chart of your noble clan?"
The purple-robed youth from the Wood Crystal Race waved his hand, explaining, "Brother Gan, don't mind. Our little sixteenth has this bad temper, has been distant from us since childhood, and is used to going solo."
