Ordinarily, common herbs were harvested after ten to twenty years, as it was deemed impractical to wait longer for minimal price differences. But these herbs before him, they defied convention. They held a value and power that could not be ignored.
Suppressing his astonishment, Qi Zheng regained his composure. Despite Michael's outward appearance, Qi Zheng decided to probe further, a hint of uncertainty tainting his words.
"You wouldn't happen to be an Alchemist, would you, Mr. Michael?" Qi Zheng questioned, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and cautious optimism.
Michael's eyes widened slightly, a spark of surprise lighting up his features. He glanced down at his disheveled attire, contemplating the reason behind Qi Zheng's inquiry. It was true that, at first glance, he resembled nothing more than a destitute beggar. Yet, he nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
