Su Han turned his head, looking at Old Zhang, without speaking for a long time.
Finally, he spoke faintly, "Old Zhang, I used to think you were just a profiteer, but now I increasingly feel you're mysterious. Besides the Hundred Herbs Garden fortress, I always feel you have another identity."
Old Zhang chuckled, opening his hands and twisting his eight-character mustache, "Apart from being a medicine vendor, what other identity could I have?"
Su Han rubbed his nose, "How should I know."
He didn't ask more questions. Anyway, Old Zhang is always mysterious. Compared to normal people, he's certainly a bit abnormal, but how many normal people are around him?
"This Copper Coin Ring has been at the Hundred Herbs Garden fortress for many years. It's not just you; even our Fortress Leader never knew its origin," Old Zhang sighed and pointed at the Copper Coin Ring. "Its age might be much older than mine."
Su Han rolled his eyes, "Isn't that obvious? How old are you?"
