Ayan Lee's mockery was completely ignored by Wyatt Barnes.
"Esteemed customer, all the medicinal herbs you need are here, and the total cost of the rest of the herbs is 487 taels of USD..."
The pharmacist secured a batch of herbs and placed it on the counter, addressing Wyatt Barnes.
Before he could finish his sentence, Ayan Lee mocked him again, "As expected of a country bumpkin, even the herbs he buys are cheap. All these herbs are worth just 487 taels of silver, not even half the price of a tael of fifty-year-old blood spirit grass!"
Azael Lee didn't join in the sarcasm, but a smirk appeared on his face nonetheless.
The pharmacist cast a disinterested glance at Ayan Lee, and then turning humbly to Wyatt Barnes, "Esteemed customer, as a token of gratitude for your trust in our store, we can take the 487 taels as a rounding down. You just need to pay for the fifty-year-old blood spirit grass."
Under the surprised gaze of Ayan Lee and Azael Lee,