Hearing his words, Ye Fengyun and the others all felt a hint of embarrassment. They had made a grand entrance, and wasn't that just to disrupt the proceedings? Could it be that Mu Hanyan really hadn't realized it?
"Alright, alright, bring out the medicinal herbs quickly. We'll help you identify them in no time. We're eager to get to lunch," Mu Hanyan said impatiently.
"Someone, bring over those medicinal herbs," Ye Fengyun gestured and said, sneering inwardly: Hmph, lunch? Once you see these herbs, let's see if you still have the appetite to eat.
Soon, a group of young swordsmen carried in a large wooden chest taller than a person, and a faint scent of sandalwood spread through the hall. Obviously, the wooden chest was crafted from ten-thousand-year-old agarwood—it could prevent insects and decay and also ensured that the medicinal herbs wouldn't spoil or lose their potency for a hundred years.
