"These two spiritual treasures... huh? You've bought them?" The elder was stunned.
He had not expected this person to cherish treasures so dearly. He felt even more ashamed when considering how the man wanted to save the Cloud-Gathering Pines that were nearly dead.
"You've already given your lesson, that's enough," Feng Yin said impatiently. "Pack up your doting affection and let's hurry up with the trade before it's too late. No more dilly-dallying."
"These two ginseng pines have barely any breath left in them now," Feng Yin continued urgently. "Any more delay and they might lose every bit of their spirit, becoming worthless and fit for nothing but the trash. Name your price quickly; I'll take them and see if they can be brought back to life."
