"Netherworld Flower, Cold Spirit Marrow, Red Gold Ganoderma, Rainbow Dress Grass..."
Arriving on the second floor of Thousand Herb Pavilion, Yan Lin looked at the rare materials displayed on the crystal counters. Even with his experience, a trace of surprise could not help but rise in his eyes.
"This Thousand Herb Pavilion truly lives up to its reputation."
Queen Medusa, at his side, was not nearly as invested as Yan Lin. She did not actually know much about medicinal ingredients; after all, she was not an alchemist.
Medusa simply followed silently beside Yan Lin and entered the hall with him. That elderly Second-Grade Alchemist had long since gone to invite the manager over.
He did not have Lucky Bro's sort of fortune, running into a pill-exchange gathering the moment he arrived, so after Yan Lin and his companion strolled around the hall for a while, the elderly Second-Grade Alchemist returned.
Behind him followed a woman and a man.
The woman was quite gorgeous in appearance. Though she could not compare to Queen Medusa, she was still an exceptional beauty.
She wore a red palace robe, and her voluptuous, delicate body was wrapped within it, her curves outlined to their fullest. At every moment, she seemed to exude the unique charm of a mature woman.
In particular, those watery eyes of hers seemed forever to hold a faint hint of teasing. Her dark brows were like painted strokes, like crescent moons, carrying threads of allure. Her bearing was elegant, her smile charming, her beautiful eyes lively. As she walked with lotus steps, the curve of her lifted hips became even more captivating, while the fullness before her chest trembled from time to time, extremely eye-catching.
Beside the palace-dressed woman was a white-haired old man wearing an ancient, plain robe.
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