Greg Jensen spread his hands with a smile and said, "Don't crowd, there are no more elixirs available. Wait until the next trade meeting."
"Ah, Healington really..."
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. The representatives of Healington are still here. Do you want to die?"
While the crowd was discontented, no one dared to make any more fuss. Healington held a very special status in the martial world.
With a heritage lasting for many years, Healington had garnered the loyalty of many experts and formed alliances with numerous noble families and sects, relying on their elixirs and exceptional medical skills.
In other words, if Healington wanted someone dead, merely a word from them would suffice to mobilize countless followers to do their bidding.
And a representative of Healington, when away from home, bore the face of Healington itself. Offending them was no different from offending the valley as a whole.
