Fang Lin didn't hesitate and directly pulled out ten strands of ancient medicinal herbs, teasing them in front of the Thousand-Year-Old Corpse Ginseng.
The Corpse Ginseng's eyes widened immediately, but it still tried to appear indifferent, saying, "If you want this master to help, first make up for all the ancient herbs you owe me."
Fang Lin's lip twitched, couldn't help but curse, "Ten old herbs! Take it or leave it. Another word from you and I'll walk away."
The Corpse Ginseng glanced at Fang Lin: "This master won't take the bait. Without twenty strands of ancient herbs, this master won't help."
Annoyed, Fang Lin pulled out another ten strands of the herbs, feeling very reluctant to part with them.
He didn't have many ancient herbs. Although he obtained a considerable amount in the Hundred Beast Ferocious Mountain, he wouldn't have many left if he continued to consume them this way.
