Two hours later.
Riding a sturdy brown horse, Ling Wuyuan smoothly arrived at Wucha Town, more than ten kilometers away.
He did not do anything superfluous.
He went straight along the town's main thoroughfare to his destination in the central district of Wucha Town.
It was a very large apothecary.
Thanks to the flow of people and various other factors.
This apothecary was even somewhat larger than those near White Crow Mountain.
As Ling Wuyuan understood it, this was the largest apothecary in all the nearby towns and villages, bar none.
Though it was not a White Crow Gang business, it had an extremely powerful background.
It could easily obtain all kinds of medicinal ingredients that were difficult to gather.
Of course.
A powerful background was one thing.
But everyone still needed to understand the rules.
After all, a mighty dragon could not suppress a local snake.
Therefore.
Every month, this apothecary still paid the White Crow Gang, the local snake, a protection fee—simply spending money to buy peace.
And after receiving that money, the White Crow Gang would do its part, ensuring the local hoodlums and thugs gave this place a wide berth and did not disrupt its rules.
At that moment, when the apothecary clerk standing at the entrance saw Ling Wuyuan ride over, he immediately put on an incomparably fawning smile. A moment ago, he had been glaring at a beggar and telling him to get lost before he damaged the shop's image, but now he eagerly greeted Ling Wuyuan without hesitation.
"Isn't this young brother Ling Wuyuan?"
As a regular customer, Ling Wuyuan was naturally familiar to him.
After greeting him, the clerk immediately said impatiently, "You've finally come."
"The medicinal ingredients you ordered from our apothecary last time arrived yesterday afternoon. Steward Li has already