The Senior from Two Thousand and Three Hundred Years Ago

When the people of Yingyun City heard that, they eyed him dubiously. As expected, this young man had ulterior motives. There was no way he would help them without expecting anything in return.

"What is it you need?" Huai Hongxiu asked carefully.

There was no such thing as a free lunch. If this young man would just get straight to it, that would really set everyone at ease. If it was a deal that Yingyun City could afford to make and this young man could really help them tide through this crisis, then that would undoubtedly be the most ideal outcome for all parties.

"Wise Man Huai Guang once obtained a sachet 2,300 years ago. All I need is that sachet," Mo Wen said after thinking. That was what he had been instructed.

"A sachet?"

Everyone was taken aback. This young man had come all this way here just for a sachet? What was the sachet—could it be some mysterious treasure?