Old Qu Buzhi was somewhat dissatisfied when he heard this, his old face full of mockery.
"You old man are too dishonest, we clearly saw you selling the Spirit Fruit."
"I said there isn't any, so there isn't. What more do you old men want?"
Several of the younger villagers were not happy upon hearing this and wanted to step forward, but Uncle Niu stopped them one by one and, after pressing them down, spoke coldly.
"Since you know, then you should go find that herbalist to buy from. We've already sold all our Spirit Fruit to him."
"No matter, I don't need that fruit anyway."
Luo Yuqi chuckled and continued, "What I want is your oldest Jade Dew Buddha Palm Root Vine."
Upon hearing this, the villagers' expressions changed, and a few young men shouted loudly.
"Everyone come over, someone is causing trouble."
The villagers near the ox cart heard and hurriedly put down what they were doing and rushed over.
