Qiu zhenwen's heart was filled with contempt for Ling Chuxi. He also thought that this young girl was only in the half-Saint realm. Strictly speaking, she had not even entered the threshold of cultivation. Zi Tianwang actually invited such a person to be a Minister of offerings. It seemed that the Zi family was really at their wits 'end and could only turn to any doctor in a desperate situation.
However, this was also good. When he made that request, Zi Tianwang would have no choice.
"Brother Qiu, if you have anything to say, just say it." Zi Tianwang asked Qiu zhenwen to sit down and asked the servant to make tea.
"Brother Zi, you know that I'm a spirit Alchemist. However, I haven't been able to find a suitable spirit herb garden all these years, so it's difficult for me to improve my alchemy skills. I know that the Zi family's ancestors left behind a spirit herb garden. Can you bear the pain and give it to me?" Qiu zhenwen went straight to the point.
