On the fifth day after leaving Jiangyuan City, Wang Chen returned to the prefectural city once again.
The first thing he did upon returning was head to Iron Furnace Camp to return the horse to his master, Wang Hui.
The moment they met, Wang Hui asked, "Has everything been taken care of?"
"It has."
Wang Chen nodded and presented a gift he had prepared long ago. "This is a small token from your disciple. Please accept it."
When he had first become Wang Hui's disciple to learn martial arts, he had not offered any tuition gift. This was to make up for it.
"You're thoughtful."
Wang Hui smiled happily.
He had taken Wang Chen as a disciple to pass on his legacy. Since he understood Wang Chen's circumstances, he had never cared about the matter of tuition gifts.
Head Instructor Wang was not short of such things.
But Wang Chen remembering the bond between master and disciple still pleased him greatly.
When Wang Hui accepted the wooden box Wang Chen offered and opened it, he froze.
Inside lay an old wild ginseng root with its tendrils intact. Judging by the patterns on its skin and the rings around its crown, it was over two hundred years old, nearly three hundred!
One had to know that these times were unlike several hundred or a thousand years ago. Mountain ginseng over a century old was already a rarity. Old ginseng two or three hundred years old deserved the word "treasure" and could be called treasure ginseng.
Naturally, it was extremely expensive—and even money might not be enough to buy it.
After all, such a potent restorative could save lives and cure illnesses, as well as strengthen one's vital energy and replenish blood. Demand for it was far too great.
Wang Hui was