Zhou Mu was treated like a deity by the father and son of the Guo Family. The two only focused on the injury on Zhou Mu's arm, which had already healed as if it were new, and the Divine Medicine bottle in Zhou Mu's hand!
Their eyes were burning with desire, showing an unabashed covetousness. In the Itinerant World, who hasn't been wounded or fallen on hard times? This is a life-saving potion!
Therefore, the flattering words from the father and son poured out like sesame seeds spilling onto green beans, praising Zhou Mu as if he were a flower, all with the aim of getting their hands on the bottle he held!
That is not just medicine!
That is clearly life itself!
"Taoist Shui Mu, I have two jars of century-old wine in my cellar, brewed long ago by my ancestors and never opened. How about I gift them to you as a greeting gift?" Elder Guo said, licking his face with a smile like an old chrysanthemum, the wrinkles on his old face becoming more evident.
