"The secret shop has a fair number of Spiritual Medicines; what exactly do you need, Fellow Daoist? Come with me."
The female cultivator led Jia Ren to a stone house filled with Spiritual Medicines, where a large quantity of them was haphazardly piled together.
The ages of the Spiritual Medicines varied, and immature sprouts were carelessly uprooted and thrown aside.
Spiritual Medicines are delicate; how can they be treated like weeds? How can one harvest immature Spiritual Medicines prematurely without realizing the potency is insufficient? Any Alchemist would be incensed to see such precious Spiritual Medicines treated this way.
This batch of Spiritual Medicines probably came from dubious sources... The origins of the herbs didn't matter; the secret shop's sources were of no concern to him.
