"So it was Alchemist Lu."
Hearing the old man's answer, Chen Lin cupped his hands in respect.
Then he said, "My injuries have only just healed, and my body is still very weak. I would like to borrow your place for a period of secluded cultivation. Please do not disturb me."
He then took out some spirit flowers and spirit herbs.
He handed them to the old man.
"These spiritual herbs are all commonly used pill-refining ingredients. Please take them for now. Once I finish my seclusion, I will reward you generously."
The old man's eyes lit up.
He hurriedly accepted the spirit herbs and examined them, unable to put them down. His hands trembled with excitement.
"Wuyuan flower, sanqing white fruit, rosy clouds illusory light leaf..."
He named them one by one.
The old man could scarcely believe it. After struggling with himself again and again, however, he kept only one stalk and handed the rest back to Chen Lin.
"These things are far too precious, fellow Daoist. I cannot accept them. This one stalk is enough as payment. Please take the rest back. You are welcome to stay here in seclusion to heal your injuries. I will have my disciple stand guard and make sure no one disturbs you."
"There is no need to stand on ceremony, Alchemist Lu."
Chen Lin pushed the spiritual herbs back.
"You saved my life. No reward would be too much. Besides, I have no use for these things. Only in your hands will these pearls avoid gathering dust."
"Then..."
The old man hesitated.
In the end, he could not resist the temptation and accepted the spiritual herbs, putting them away.
"Then I will keep them for now. If you need any pills, just let me know. I will do everything I can