Zhu Minglang was in the Stone God Temple, helping those injured people treat their wounds.
"What? You're selling such a tiny bottle for ten Liuli? Are you robbing me!" exclaimed a small deity with a goat beard, his eyes wide in disbelief.
"Take it or leave it, people are lining up to buy it," Zhu Minglang replied calmly.
The Ten Thousand Year Silver Fir Holy Dew could cleanse wounds left by the Ancient Yao, and Zhu Minglang thought he could make a fortune from it.
Not long ago, Nie Xiaoxuan had already set up the Li Chuan Commerce in the Xuange Country Capital, and they were trading those surplus spiritual roots harvested from the Supreme Court Courtyard Continent here.
The Nan Family Sacred Forest had indeed become a highly productive Spirit Storeroom. Although the Ten Thousand Year Silver Fir Holy Dew was not as plentiful as cabbages, there was definitely enough in stock.
