Zhou Yuan said, "I'm here to buy some medicinal ingredients!"
Qi Recovery Elixir had to be brewed, after all, it was a matter of life and death, and having faced two dangerous situations, he felt an increasing lack of security.
"Cough cough..."
Qi Xiuzhi's old face flushed red, "You're not thinking of buying Spirit Grass again, are you?"
"That stuff is really not available!"
The day before, when Zhou Yuan came, he said he was buying Chinese medicine, but the good ol' Chinese herbs turned into Spirit Grass.
They needed to ration a single Spirit Grass for at least a year and a half. With Zhou Yuan consuming them at this pace, wouldn't that require several stems a day?
This wasn't just use, it was more terrifying than eating Spirit Grass!
Chen Yundong became instantly cautious after Qi Xiuzhi's reminder.
He wasn't like Qi Xiuzhi; his collection of Spirit Grass wasn't as vast, so he couldn't afford such a loss!
"No, no, no!"