"Ah, friend, you’re really smart. You’re right. It’s precisely because of this herb. Achem, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Bei Qiong. I specialize in selling mysterious and rare herbs in Wind Stream Tribe. Let me tell you, Ye Wang is a good friend of mine, Chen Chong is a great customer of mine, Wu Sen regularly comes to buy herbs from me, and that Mo Su, I’m not lying to you, I really know Mo Su!" The old man quickly took a large number of herbs and waved them before Su Ming’s eyes.
"Ye Wang regularly buys these."
"Chen Chong regularly needs these."
"Wu Sen always keeps these in store when he trains."
"Mo Su already reserved these, I can’t sell too much to you." The old man’s hands were moving quickly, and he would bring out a large number of herbs every single time. The rapid change could make anyone confused.
