Hundred Herbs Hall.
The spacious hall was thick with the fragrance of medicine.
More than a dozen Herb Boys were focused on processing all kinds of spirit plants. Among them, one Gaunt Old Man stood out in particular.
"Manager He, these Spirit Firefly Grasses were just purchased today. Help process them. A pill master needs them urgently this afternoon."
A middle-aged man carried a large stack of Spirit Firefly Grass up to the Gaunt Old Man and set it down with a bang.
"All right."
The Gaunt Old Man glanced at the numerous Spirit Firefly Grasses, gritted his teeth, and agreed.
After bending over to process medicinal herbs for nearly two hours, Manager He supported his waist and stood up with difficulty.
With his physique at Qi Training Stage 4, such a situation would not normally occur.
It was just that he was now advanced in years, and his bodily functions were far inferior to when he had been young and vigorous. On top of that, he had several hidden ailments left from the past, and after bending over to process spirit herbs for so long, the pain had suddenly become unbearable.
As a manager of Hundred Herbs Hall, strictly speaking, he should not have had to deal with such trivial matters. But he was only a distant relative of the He Family, and several years ago, the backer behind him had fallen from power. Because of that, his status in the herb hall had also plummeted.
In the past, he only had to collect spirit plants and check the accounts. Now he also had to help process medicinal herbs, making him much busier by comparison.
However, the Gaunt Old Man was already very satisfied with his current circumstances. Who knew how many elderly Rogue Cultivators in the market lived