Jiang Fan waved his hand repeatedly, indicating that he couldn't accept it.
"No way, fellow Daoist, you saved my life."
"A mere spirit fruit is nothing."
"You must accept it, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully."
The middle-aged man, Fan Wei, said immediately.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan really couldn't refuse and had to accept the Purple Spirit Fruit.
He knew this Purple Spirit Fruit was probably his Seventh-Grade Opportunity this time.
No, perhaps the Seventh-Grade Opportunity is not just this, part of the opportunity is this middle-aged cultivator before him.
Coincidentally, he also wanted to head to Cyan Forest Market.
But without a local guiding him, integrating into Cyan Forest Market wouldn't be simple.
He might be targeted by other cultivators, leading to catastrophe.
If this person helps, then his integration into Cyan Forest Market is a certainty.
He felt this was fate.
Feeling sleepy, a pillow appeared just in time.
