"Elder Mu, are we really going to give the century-old Blood Lingzhi to him? This is a rare and precious medicinal herb."
Mu Jianchun looked unwillingly at Elder Mu, glancing at Ye Luo with eyes flickering with fierce resentment.
"As a medical family, if the Mu Family has lost, we should be forthright and magnanimous about it. A mere century-old Blood Lingzhi is still something we can afford to lose," Mu Feng said indifferently.
Soon, the person in charge came out with a wooden box. Mu Feng took the box and placed it in front of Ye Luo, opening it.
Instantly, a rich Spiritual Energy wafted from the box, a Lingzhi enveloped in a red halo lying within—it was indeed the century-old Blood Lingzhi, and it seemed to contain a substantial amount of Spiritual Energy, truly a rare piece of Spiritual Medicine.
"Hmm, not bad."
