"Junior Brother, you're looking for this herb?"
The senior brother, dressed in black with a thick beard, sat behind his desk, looking at the paper Bai Mo had handed him.
The paper had a detailed illustration of a Fire Tongue, complete with a written description.
"I know this herb. The locals like to use it in medicine. It's good for treating bone ailments and dispelling cold."
Bai Mo was secretly overjoyed.
He had thought it was something precious, but it turned out to be quite common where it grew.
"Brother Hou, could you help me?"
Hou Mingsheng put the paper down, folded his arms, and leaned back.
He had a mature face and a more detached air than other Cultivators.
"Buying some from the locals won't cost much, but the travel expenses might be a bit steep."
"However, on the battlefield, every little bit counts. If you're asking our sect brothers on the front lines to do this for you, Junior Brother, you'll have to show some appreciation."
