"If you have more questions, continue asking them."
The middle-aged man, who had consumed two portions of medicinal cuisine, his pale face now showing a bit more color, seemed less guarded and more enthusiastic in his tone, perhaps due to Lin Chen's gesture of providing the meal.
Lin Chen glanced at the token; it bore an array formation, displaying a light arc. When this arc completely vanished, it would signify the end of the allotted time.
The middle-aged man ate quickly, so there was still plenty of time left.
Lin Chen asked, "Wouldn't you want to first circulate your cultivation to absorb it?"
The middle-aged man shook his head: "Just ask your questions."
Seeing the middle-aged man's insistence, Lin Chen decided not to stand on ceremony any longer and continued the previous topic, "Where do these merchants get the medicines they sell to the outside?"
"From the outside."
