Selling Spirit Medicinal Liquid (4)

"What are you cutting in line for? Get lost and queue from the back!"

Qi Mo's expression stiffened. He suppressed his internal rage and said while clenching his teeth, "Do you know who I am?"

That sturdy man had always been fearless and after hearing Qi Mo's speech, he looked at him in disdain. "Who cares about you? In any case, I'm not allowing you to cut in line. Either you queue up or else, get lost!"

At this moment, the sturdy man's voice attracted everyone's attention and all of them turned to look. Looking at Qi Mo, their eyes were filled with contempt and fury.

Who knew how many bottles of spirit-gathering liquid Qi Su had? If someone else placed a huge order, wouldn't there be nothing left for them? This was a spirit medicinal liquid that could allow a sage-level cultivator to break through, so how could they allow others to cut in line? No matter what identity someone had, everyone had to line up and wait!