The Doctor's eyes widened—Spiritual Whiskers Grass was an extremely precious herb. If one were to buy it, there would be the option to refuse.
"That's natural, Spiritual Whiskers Grass is worth its weight in gold..."
Shen Chuwei gave a tiny smile, "Don't worry; the Spiritual Whiskers Grass is not for sale."
The Doctor felt that this smile was like a knife that killed without spilling blood.
The Clan Leader, also stirred by the sight of the Spiritual Whiskers Grass, turned to the Doctor, "What are you hesitating for? Since you say the herb is mild, why not try it?"
With no room for refusal nor daring to try it, the Doctor's knees buckled, and he knelt with a thud, kowtowing, "Clan Leader, your subordinate was muddled, mistaking the nature of the herb."
With the Doctor's kneel, everyone came to understand; the Doctor had been lying, and what Shen Chuwei said was the truth.