Shen Xiu had no idea how much time had passed when he suddenly sensed a faint disturbance. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw an old man walking over from afar.
"Is this the owner of Heavenly Dragon Pavilion?"
Shen Xiu rose to his feet and sized up the steward, unable to suppress a murmur of surprise.
"That is correct. It is I. Young master, if there is anything you require, our Heavenly Dragon Pavilion can certainly provide it."
The old man cupped his hands toward Shen Xiu.
"I do have some needs, but I wonder whether your establishment has them?"
Shen Xiu smiled faintly.
"Yes, of course we do."
The old man nodded hurriedly. "I have two bottles of Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Medicine Liquid here. They are the treasures of our Heavenly Dragon Pavilion. Young master surely knows that although they are merely ordinary ten-thousand-year spiritual medicine, their effects are no inferior to ordinary ten-thousand-year spiritual medicine. To a certain extent, they can even increase the success rate of refining ten-thousand-year spiritual medicine."
"This..."
Hearing this, Shen Xiu felt a flicker of delight in his heart. He immediately nodded. "Then I must thank you, elder."
"No need to be polite. Young master, please follow me."
The old man smiled and led Shen Xiu through the layers of crowds and into the enormous building.
Inside the building were rows of spiritual herbs. Most of them were second- or third-grade spiritual herbs, but even so, they were still worth a great deal.
After all, in a place like this town, possessing even a single second-grade spiritual herb was already extremely rare. Even across the entire Southern Wasteland, they were exceptionally scarce.
"Young master, these spiritual herbs are all our town can offer. What kind of spiritual herbs do you need?"
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