Shen Luo had no idea what the green-robed young woman was thinking. His fingers lightly tapped the armrest as he pondered in silence.
She had spoken with absolute certainty, but she seemed quite calculating. Who knew how much of what she said was true and how much was false?
"What she said should be true. One Medicine Hall monopolizes the pill trade along the East Sea routes, yet its reputation has always been good. They would not ruin their name over such petty profits by raising prices on the spot. Besides, as far as I know, Tear Demons are indeed rare and difficult to hunt..." Yuan Qiu's voice sounded in Shen Luo's mind.
"Very well. How many bottles of Snow Soul Pills do you have right now? I'll take them all," Shen Luo said after a moment of silence.
"Our hall currently has eight bottles of Snow Soul Pills remaining. I will fetch them at once. Please wait a moment, Fellow Daoist." Seeing Shen Luo relent, the green-robed young woman finally relaxed. She hurriedly rose and went to retrieve the pills herself.
The moment the woman left, Shen Luo's expression darkened. A mere eight bottles of pills were nowhere near enough.
Fortunately, he was headed for the Luoxing Archipelago. The many island cities along the way should all have One Medicine Hall branches. If he searched them one by one, he ought to be able to gather enough pills.
With that thought, his mood eased. Looking at the Snow Soul Pill in his hand, he suddenly recalled something.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, the pills sold by One Medicine Hall differ greatly from those in the Great Tang interior. The main ingredients in inland pills are generally various spiritual herbs and materials, while the pills here are made from Demon Cores," Shen