"What?"
The robed cultivator, upon hearing Aaron speak and seeing him actually take out a storage bag, immediately stepped forward, overjoyed.
'Heaven help me... this celestial fortune has finally fallen on me.'
His heart was filled with ecstatic joy, but due to the fact that Aaron was a mere mortal, he was overly careless. He straightforwardly approached and attempted to take over the storage bag from Aaron's hand.
Boom!
The next moment, the cultivator seemed to witness a blazing sun of Qi and Blood rising from Aaron's body, freezing him in place.
Then, Aaron moved swiftly like a floating shadow, closing the distance within moments, his palms repeatedly slapping.
Smack, smack, smack!
Countless palm winds, carrying Hua Jing, landed directly on the cultivator.
First the head, then the throat, followed by the chest, the Dantian...