Lin Hanxuan promptly and cheerfully paid twenty Spirit Points to the lean youth.
The stout youth beside him seemed utterly astonished. Such a person was beyond his expectations—truly, the world is vast, filled with unexpected marvels.
Accepting the torn piece of paper, Lin Han promptly tossed the small spirit herb into his storage ring. He carefully preserved the torn paper, acknowledging it was not the right time for scrutiny. When the moment arose, Lin Han would thoroughly examine it.
"Lin Han, my friend, if I am not mistaken, the reason you paid such a high price for the spirit herb is due to that torn paper, isn't it?" Mu Li, finally recovering from his surprise, inquired.
"Hehe, Mu Li, you've discovered that," Lin Han chuckled, responding.
"Could that torn paper hold an exceptionally unique purpose? Otherwise, why would you go to such great lengths, Lin Han?" Mu Li asked immediately.