"Here, these are ten diseased spiritual plants I've just collected from a nearby medicine garden for you."
In the great hall of Bai Cao Tang, as Lu Xuan was leisurely enjoying his tea, Manager He approached with two cloth bags.
One of the bags contained a spirit wood as tall as a man, its upper half exposed. The smooth bark of the tree was littered with numerous dark wormholes, from which faint black miasma occasionally drifted.
"Your luck isn't bad. There are nine first-grade and one second-grade variant. The second-grade is this Baiwen Wood plant. Its spirit plant master tried numerous methods to cure it without success, so he had to sell it to me."
Manager He placed the bag at Lu Xuan's feet, opening the bag to reveal roots of ten diseased spirit plants, all wrapped in spirit soil to preserve their weakening life force.
"Considering that after you cure them, you will want to quickly exchange them for spirit stones, I chose some spirit plants that are nearing maturity."
