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If it weren't for the protective array that Lin Ling had already set up around this small temple in the mountains, the dazzling degree of the golden radiant group in Ji Shaoli's hands would have probably immediately caught the attention of other cultivators.

"This… This…" Zhong Shentong's eyes widened in shock, and he pointed at Ji Shaoli, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Alas, it's a pity it's not a purple gold or dark gold radiant group. However, I can still barely accept it," Ji Shaoli said indifferently, as he stretched his hand into it to grope around in front of everyone.

The golden light gradually dissipated.

What replaced it was a sphere emitting a seven-colored halo.

The moment Zhong Shentong witnessed the seven-colored sphere, a complex emotion inconceivably surged in his heart.

It was a mix of greed, regret for what was lost, and sorrow.

It unsettled his mind.