After arriving at Hui Chun Building, Shi Yue easily met Chen Hua.
"Fellow Daoist Li, this is our shop's newly arrived red gauze spirit tea. Give it a try and see how it tastes." Chen Hua brewed a pot of spirit tea for Shi Yue, poured him a cup, and said warmly.
"Madam Chen, there's no rush to drink the tea. The goods you wanted have arrived. Here, check that the quantity is right." As Shi Yue spoke, he took a Green Storage Bag from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Hua.
Chen Hua swept it with her divine sense, and a glimmer of delight passed through her beautiful eyes. She tipped the Storage Bag upside down, and after a wash of green light swept across the ground, a pile of wooden boxes appeared.
She opened the wooden boxes one by one and examined their contents carefully.
After nearly half an hour, Chen Hua put the wooden boxes away and said with a frown, "That's right, these are the goods I wanted: two hundred stalks of four-hundred-year-old Yellow Luo Grass. But their quality isn't very good. Fellow Daoist Li, this isn't quite right, is it?"
"Madam Chen, this batch of Yellow Luo Grass is a little lacking in quality, but that won't affect its use in alchemy. Most of it is also over four hundred years old, and some stalks have even reached four hundred and fifty years. That should be enough to prove my sincerity. If you don't want this batch of Spirit Herbs, I can send word and have my superiors send over four-hundred-year-old Yellow Luo Grass instead. Its quality will certainly be better, but it will only be four hundred years old." Shi Yue's expression remained calm.
Chen Hua smiled ingratiatingly. "Fellow Daoist Li, you misunderstand.