Being caught by the hand of a Holy Dragon Master, what an honor was that? Mu Nan felt like he was almost floating.
Out of the corner of her eye, Mu Hanyan unintentionally noticed that the wrist Mu Nan had been grabbed by Wenren Qingqiu was suddenly marked with five greasy fingerprints, sending a chill through her heart: this Holy Dragon Master was indeed terribly unkempt.
"How much?" Wenren Qingqiu immediately asked, as if he feared him changing his mind.
"This..." Mu Nan was still a bit dizzy, he hadn't ever thought about how much the medicinal herbs could sell for, so he had never paid attention to it; when Wenren Qingqiu asked, it was all suddenly black before his eyes.
"No need for this and that, no matter how much it is, I'll buy it all. Let me pay you a deposit first to stop you from changing your mind," Wenren Qingqiu waved his hand magnanimously and said. After speaking, he reached into his robe to get money.
