The master of ceremonies called out, "A pair of hundred-year formed He Shou Wu roots, a pair of hundred-year formed ginseng..."
Though there were not many items, nor were there any gold, silver, jewels, jade artifacts, or antique curios, the Immortal Path had been annihilated for ten thousand years, and the world's vital energy had grown thin. The quality of medicinal herbs had declined along with it. Even items a few decades old were rare in ordinary times, yet this man had produced hundred-year medicinal herbs with a wave of his hand. Good heavens, they were even formed specimens. How could that not leave everyone stunned? How could it not make Old Master Ma and the master of ceremonies lose their composure? These things were not something one could simply exchange for banknotes. Even if one presented banknotes of equal value, how could they possibly seize the heart and soul like this?
No wonder Kong Rang had been put in a difficult position.
Some things simply could not be bought, no matter how many banknotes one held.
At the side, Old Master Ma, Ma Rulong, still looked vigorous as a dragon and a horse, but his complexion was somewhat abnormal at this moment. Everyone assumed the old man was overcome with joy, yet he had bitter words he could not voice. He knew his own standing in the martial world as clearly as a mirror. How could he possibly deserve such generous favor from the Righteous Path Alliance? Since they had offered him peaches, naturally they hoped he would return plums. But how he should make his choice was not something that could be decided by a single lavish gift.
Qiu Xidao had somehow produced a folding fan and gently waved it as he listened smugly to the master of