Sniper Rifle

The Ten-Thousand-Year Dragon Blood Ginseng was successfully acquired.

Jiang Mu looked at the Dragon Blood Ginseng in his hand, a blend of white and red, and pursed his lips. Why did it look somewhat like the Lovesick Heartbreak Red?

Before he could marvel at it, however, Bai He's exclamation reached his ears.

"Ah!"

Jiang Mu put away the Dragon Blood Ginseng and turned curiously to look.

Bai He, who had obtained the two Soul Bones, was staring at the Soul Bones in his hands with a strange gleam in his eyes.

His movements were exceptionally careful, as if he were handling priceless treasures, as though even the slightest misstep might somehow damage the Soul Bones.

He was so cautious, seemingly afraid that he might accidentally break the Soul Bones with a touch.

"Ah, so these are Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones? They truly are treasures."

Bai He sighed softly, not even daring to breathe too heavily for fear of affecting the Soul Bones' quality.

That made sense. After all, these were Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones delivered right to his door for free. One of them was even a head Soul Bone. He could wake up laughing from a dream like this.

It was quite a touching scene, but it had to be interrupted.

Jiang Mu cleared his throat twice.

"Cough, cough!"

"Hm?"

Bai He immediately realized what was happening and quickly came back to his senses. Meeting Jiang Mu's odd gaze, his old face reddened.

"Young friend, forgive my unseemly behavior."

"It's normal to be a little excited. I won't say anything. Clan Leader Bai He, since you've confirmed that there are no issues, our transaction is complete. I'll be leaving first."

"Ah, young friend, I still don't know your name. And would you like to stay and rest?