Night has fallen.
Luo Chen leaped from the rooftop, landing as lightly as a feather despite plummeting like a thousand-pound boulder.
Carrying the last dustpan into the house, after checking on the herbs that had been drying in the afternoon, he couldn't help but nod his head in satisfaction.
"The herbal medicines from the Hundred Herbs Pavilion are indeed of guaranteed quality!"
In the past, the herbs that he purchased from rogue cultivators were mostly semi-processed.
Some were purposely not trimmed of their useless parts to weigh heavier. Some were not sufficiently dried, leading to too much moisture and insufficient condensation of medicinal power.
In any case, there were always various deficiencies.
As a result, Luo Chen had to use his own experience to re-process the raw materials each time he bought them, in addition to the special treatment.
But these issues were absent in the items he bought this time from the Hundred Herbs Pavilion.
