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"Sorry, we won't sell Spirit Nurturing Pills to just anyone without knowing who they are."

Chu Huatian suddenly looked at Yang Ling warily:

"We have no shortage of buyers for these pills. Those Third-Rate sects, even Second-Rate sects, or the Ironclad Department all place orders with us."

Bai Zhixing and the others quickly caught on, and their gazes toward Yang Ling shifted dramatically.

Chen Qizheng, who had just gone through having his home infiltrated by a Black List expert and then discovering that Tingjiang City's City Magistrate was a Rong Tribe spy, sized up Yang Ling from head to toe before sneering:

"You wouldn't happen to be a Rong Tribe spy, would you?"

Yang Ling thought for a moment, then smiled:

"You can just deliver the pills to the Changhe Prefectural Capital Ironclad Department when the time comes."

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