Under the maple tree sat an old man in plain clothes, dozing off. He was seated on a bamboo stool, his head occasionally nodding downwards.
In front of his stall, there were a dozen or so open cloth bags, with the names of Spirit Medicine Seeds written on wooden plaques in front of them. Qin Yang immediately spotted the bag selling Primordial Spirit Grass seeds.
However, compared to other stalls, business here was quite slow.
This wasn't hard to understand, as Earth had thin Spiritual Energy, making Spirit Medicine cultivation difficult. In the Ancient Martial Realm, only a few top sects with geographical advantage would plant Spirit Medicine and have dedicated overseers, but the survival rate of Spirit Medicine was not high. Ordinary second or third-rate Ancient Martial Sects rarely put effort into cultivating Spirit Medicine as it was laborious and not rewarding.
"Old sir, you have a customer."
