"Alright already, old Zhang, can we keep the boasting to a minimum?" Su Han, hopeless, rolled his eyes.
But old Zhang indeed had some skills; he managed to get his hands on many herbs that weren't even seen on the market, and sometimes Su Han wondered how he managed it.
"Oh my, Mr. Su, what you're saying! I, old Zhang, am always earnest and never speak idly," old Zhang rolled up his sleeves, proudly saying, "Even the Hundred Withered Grass and Magpie Feather Horn, I got them too!"
Su Han's eyes lit up, and he quickly gave a thumbs up, "Old Zhang, impressive!"
These two herbs were very rare. Hundred Withered Grass only bloomed once a year but would die and revive, having a continuous vitality, and picking it at the most suitable age was not so easy.
Moreover, this herb almost had no effect on other ailments and was even toxic, so even fewer people were willing to pick it.
