"Old man, now that you know the origin of this flower, do you still want to exchange it with me?" Leng Ruoxue asked with a light smile.
"Yes, I won't change my mind. Although the blood weeping flower is precious, I'm afraid I won't be able to concoct the pill even if I devote my entire life to it. However, can you let me take a look if you concoct the blood weeping pill one day in the future?" the little old man asked expectantly. Since this woman in front of him knew the blood weeping flower, she might also concoct the blood weeping pill in the future.
"Okay." Leng Ruoxue nodded in agreement. She had a good impression of this little old man. She was just testing his character by asking him whether he would go back on his word.
"Then I wish you success in advance," the little old man said happily, his face full of relief.
