"Eh!"
Li Ping suddenly spotted a young cultivator in green robes slowly approaching the crystal window. The window was reinforced with a formation that let those inside see out, while preventing anyone outside from seeing in. The young man stopped at the window, holding a black medicine bottle in his palm. It stood out sharply.
Li Ping recognized him. He knew the young man was one of the eight Spiritual Plant Officers in West Valley, and that he was particularly attentive to him. Every time Li Ping came by, the young man was the first to volunteer to attend him. He was unlike the other Spiritual Plant Officers, who all kept their eyes on the deep-pocketed visitors.
So Li Ping had a favorable impression of this Spiritual Plant Officer, but that was all. He didn't even know the young man's name. After all, a mere Spiritual Plant Officer was insignificant.
But this time, he decided to summon the young man—not for any other reason than the black medicine bottle in his hands.
Li Ping opened the door and invited the Spiritual Plant Officer into the medicine room. Yet the first words the young man spoke after greeting him filled Li Ping with disgust from the depths of his heart. "I came hoping to ask Senior for guidance on the formulation of an adjuvant for the Profound Yellow Pill. Would Senior be willing to instruct me?"
Li Ping immediately rebuked him. "Preposterous! A mere Spiritual Plant Officer dares to make such bold claims about medicinal formulations? If preparing medicine were that easy, why would you lot be here serving as Spiritual Plant Officers? Get out!" He felt that his expertise had been insulted. The Spiritual Plant Officer before him was far too presumptuous. Did the young man think preparing medicine was