Han Li heard the woman's words and didn't object, but asked calmly:
"How many mystical seeds have you gathered this time? Although Fellow Daoist Yan found several rare types last time, there weren't many useful ones."
"Don't worry, Daoist. This time, without mentioning other seeds, I've gathered almost all the ones you specified. Frankly, if it weren't for the impending battle, I wouldn't have paid such a high price for these seeds. But now there's no time to worry about anything else. By the way, I wonder if the Ten Thousand-Year Spirit Medicine you brought this time is sufficient." The woman smiled charmingly in the black mist.
"Fellow Daoist has traded with me several times; when have I ever given less Spiritual Medicine?" Han Li smiled mysteriously and counter-asked.
