A fit of ‘if I feel like closing up, I'll close up’!
Editor: Kurisu
After heading downstairs with Uncle Zheng De, Song Shuhang saw a bunch of disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect—who were also invisible—guarding some boxes of medicinal herbs. All the medicinal herbs in the boxes seemed to be of good quality. Zheng De had chosen the best ones while carrying out this transaction with Song Shuhang, which showed his sincerity.
Yet, even if Song Shuhang were to take a bath with these medicinal herbs, they wouldn't have much of an effect on his constitution—it was simply better to drink some 'demodragon medicine'. However, they were still going to be very effective when it came to his disciples and family members.
"Fellow Daoists of the Immortal Farming Sect, you worked hard," Song Shuhang said with a smile.
At this time, the disciples of the Immortal Farming Sect were looking at Song Shuhang with their eyes wide open. Among them, some had already met with Song Shuhang in the past.