The car bumped along the country road for over ten minutes before arriving at a plantation enclosed by a wire fence.
The plantation was vast. In the distance, one could see neat rows of greenhouses and sprawling green forests covering the hillsides.
The group got out of the car, and Old Zhang led the other two directly into the nearest greenhouse.
Inside the greenhouse, row after row of tender green seedlings were thriving. Their leaves were a vibrant green, bursting with life.
Li Xu crouched down, picked up a seedling, and sniffed it.
The fragrance was faint, with a hint of grassiness, and completely lacked the unique, mellow richness of Agarwood.
"How much is one of these seedlings?" Li Xu asked.
"A high-quality grafted seedling like this goes for at least five or six hundred on the market right now."
