Logan continued walking forward without turning his head, responding as he did.
"Let's talk about it after I pick the spiritual medicine. No matter what you say, the spiritual medicine won't possibly be yours, and I never go back on my decision."
Richard Mitchell's face turned unsightly for a moment but soon returned to normal.
"No, I'm not trying to compete with you. I just want to propose a cooperation, Young Master. You might not be aware, but the spiritual medicine has a companion beast's poisonous thorns. If one is not careful, they might end up like us. Why don't we collaborate and split it equally afterward?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Logan had reached the vicinity of the spiritual medicine.
He then carefully examined the spiritual medicine and wrapped the companion beast's fur around his hands, successfully harvesting it.
Richard Mitchell:...
Others:...
Everyone was dumbstruck, completely astonished.
