"Oh?"
Chen San's eyes lit up. He had been searching everywhere for Immortal Seeds, but this was the first time he had encountered one who volunteered themselves.
However, such an occurrence also put Chen San on alert. Years of cultivation experience told him that benefits that come knocking often hide great dangers unless both parties stood to gain. Otherwise, the other party's target could very likely be himself.
"Ning Cheng, is it?"
Chen San flicked his sleeve, and suddenly a chair in front of him moved forward without any wind, saying, "Sit down, let me check your Spirit Root, bone age, and the foundation of your cultivation."
"Yes!"
Ning Daoran immediately sat down and stretched out his hand.
Chen San took out the object for Measuring Spiritual Roots from his Storage Bag, shook it, and indeed it was a Fifth-grade Fire Spirit Root. He then released a strand of Mana onto Ning Daoran's wrist, gently touching it, and the bone age was immediately clear.
