The Hundred Herbs Pavilion boasted carved beams and painted rafters, with the fragrance of medicinal herbs lingering in the air.
Jing Wen stepped inside, circulating the Breath-Concealing Art to hold his apparent cultivation at late Foundation Establishment.
His gaze swept over the people coming and going in the hall before he walked straight toward an attendant and asked calmly, "Is Doctor Jiang here?"
Seeing his distinguished bearing, the attendant dared not neglect him and hurriedly led him to a private room on the second floor.
In the upstairs private room, Jing Wen and Doctor Jiang sat facing each other.
The room was elegantly furnished, and the fragrance of tea filled the air.
"What brings you to see me, fellow Daoist?" Doctor Jiang's voice was steady, but a trace of wariness flashed through his eyes.
"I heard you bought a Nine-Turn Pill formula at the auction. I would like to purchase it." As Jing Wen spoke, his gaze remained fixed on Doctor Jiang. He appeared calm, but inwardly he had already rehearsed his responses repeatedly, preparing a suitable approach for every attitude Doctor Jiang might take.
While speaking, he secretly observed Doctor Jiang's reaction.
The man leaned back slightly, surprise flashing through his eyes before his expression turned meaningful.
"Oh?" Doctor Jiang tapped his fingers lightly against the table. "How would you like to conduct this transaction?"
Seeing this reaction, Jing Wen settled on his approach.
This was exactly the situation he had hoped for-the man was not stubbornly set in his ways.
"You spent 800 Spirit Stones on this formula. I am willing to pay the same price for a copy. What do you think?"
Doctor Jiang visibly froze, his eyes betraying his astonishment. Such a good deal actually exists?
He had assumed Jing Wen had come to drive down