The ten boxes were all opened. The young Childe glanced at them and shook his head.
five bottles have already appeared. They are not new spiritual medicines. Three bottles are fake spiritual medicines mixed together. The last two bottles are too low-grade.
The young Childe read through all ten bottles of medicine with just one glance.
His words were filled with disappointment.
"Ancestor, there's nothing you want." The young Childe was actually the great-grandson of the old man.
The old man nodded slightly, his eyes not even opening.
The young Childe waved his hand and ordered his men to set sail.
After a pause, the young Childe said to the head shopkeeper, ""You guys aren't serious enough."
None of the ten bottles were satisfactory.
The head shopkeeper's heart trembled in fear.
The old master's personal visit was such a great opportunity!
Not only did they not seize the opportunity, but they also attracted dissatisfaction.
