Li Banfeng was so angry he laughed. "Old Pan, if I give you the recipe today, can you guarantee you'll control the pestilence?"
Pan Dehai sighed deeply. "How to use this recipe and where to use it still requires careful planning."
"No way!" Li Banfeng knew this old fellow still had tricks up his sleeve. "There's no time for careful planning. Gathering herbs, preparing medicine, killing pests—the faster, the better."
"Now, with the conflicts at First Ridge, it might be inconvenient to transfer the herbs. We should wait until the turmoil at First Ridge has settled, then make plans."
First Ridge was a transportation hub for Hai Chi Ridge, and under normal circumstances, the transfer of herbs indeed had to go through First Ridge.
But Pan Dehai had special means; why wouldn't he use them?
"Why don't you allocate the herbs in New Land? The Local Deities there should help you."
Pan Dehai shook his head. "This is an internal matter of Hai Chi Ridge. We shouldn't trouble outsiders."
