"If you won't accept it, I'll just sell it and repay you the money." Regardless, I'm not afraid of the trouble.
Hearing Yin Xiaofan's words, the old man's expression turned somewhat unnatural, but I thought I dare not admit it. It really left the old man at a loss for words.
"Now that we have it, we have Tianbao Pavilion, but we're still a little short on the medicinal herbs." No matter what happened, it was unnecessary to involve them. The old man said listlessly.
"You're really kind enough." Yin Xiaofan pulled out several bank cards from his body and handed them over, saying helplessly.
"Deacon, when tallied up, this is almost of value." The staff said.
"Alright, take your things and go!" The old man glanced at his cane and said.
"'The account is settled. Can I consume the Blood Ginseng for a few thousand years?' Yin Xiaofan said with a grin.
The old man's face turned unnatural at the mention of the thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng.
