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"No."
The old man thought for a moment, hesitated for a while, but still shook his head. Seeing that Old Master Liu seemed about to say something, he spoke again more slowly, "Unless there was thousand-year ginseng and thousand-year Polygonum multiflorum, among a few other precious medicines that have long been extinct."
"Very good, very good. This Xiao Yi, I want to see just what kind of god he fancies himself to be, daring to be so arrogant as to injure my grandson, cut down my kin!"
Hearing the old man's words, Old Master Liu said no more. He knew that the man was beyond saving. To obtain all of the medicines mentioned by the old man was impossible, not to mention just one, for they had become so rare that even money couldn't buy them. For cultivators, these medicines were exceedingly rare and beneficial, often immediately snatched up by families like his whenever they appeared on the market.
