Ning Qi walked slowly in front of Qiu Yuanqi, and said lightly, "I'm here now, what do you want to tell me?"

"Are you that Uncle Ning from Zifu?"

Qiu Yuanqi stroked his beard and smiled: "The old man wants to ask, is the qi and blood ointment really worth five million taels of silver?" Ning Qi smiled, and suddenly raised his hand to pat it down. Ning Qi's palm slapped his head into his chest without even urging him to move his true energy. The headless body still stood in front of everyone, with his hands still