The maid took a deep breath and continued smiling. "Young Master, our Heavenly Treasure Pavilion branch in Iron Mountain County doesn't sell Storage Bags."
Meng Chong looked disappointed.
Then he said, "I want to buy spiritual medicine. Do you have Sixth-grade Spiritual Medicine here?"
The maid's smile stiffened as she eyed Meng Chong suspiciously. Why had he opened with Sixth-grade Spiritual Medicine?
"Young Master, we don't have Sixth-grade Spiritual Medicine here."
Meng Chong continued looking disappointed. "What about Seventh-grade Spiritual Medicine?"
The smile on the maid's face grew stiffer and stiffer. The scene from not long ago surfaced in her mind—the other young master taking out five Spirit Crystals to buy spiritual medicine.
Could this one be about to take out five Spirit Crystals too?
"Young Master, we don't have Seventh-grade Spiritual Medicine either!"
Throughout the entire year in Iron Mountain County, there might not be anyone who bought spiritual medicine above Ninth-grade. Even Ninth-grade Spiritual Medicine was not in high demand.
Most buyers were always the same few major powers from Iron Mountain County.
Ordinary martial artists could hardly afford it. And even when they could, they could only afford the lowest grade. Rather than buying a low-grade spiritual medicine, they might as well buy a potion or medicinal pill—it was more worthwhile.
Yet she had now encountered two people asking about Sixth-grade and Seventh-grade Spiritual Medicine.
"Not even Seventh-grade?"
Meng Chong frowned. The Heavenly Treasure Pavilion in Iron Mountain County was only an insignificant little branch. It was all because Iron Mountain County was too small.
He took out five Spirit Crystals and placed them on the counter.
"Take a look. How much spiritual medicine can I buy with these?"
The maid's lips twitched. The familiar five Spirit Crystals were proof enough—they had both come from the same