"The alchemy recipe? Hand it over for this old man to see!"
After the laughter ceased, the old man licked his lips, looking at Mo Wangchen with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
However, Mo Wangchen shook his head, smiling, "I wonder if you, elder, brought the Dragon Roar Grass?"
Hearing his words, the old man was taken aback, "You don't trust me, young one?"
"It's not a matter of trust, I don't even know your name, and with your cultivation, if you take the alchemy recipe and deny it, I would be helpless..."
"This kid is interesting!" The old man turned to Liang Yuqiu and laughed, then looked back at Mo Wangchen, "As for my name..."
"Hmm... My surname is Ling, just call me Elder Ling."
The old man pondered for a moment, not revealing his full name, and then with a flick of his hand, an exotic grass with three leaves appeared in his palm.
