The herbal medicine Lin Tang had intended to buy, the "Ninefold Pagoda," had actually been purchased moments earlier by Yao Qian.
He had paid a painful, hefty sum for it, all to placate Sun Siwei and beg for forgiveness. After all, his theft of the Soul-breaking Grass was a truly despicable act. If Sun Siwei wished it, a single word from him could destroy Yao Qian's career in the world of Chinese medicine. More than a decade of arduous study would be utterly wasted. How could he not be terrified?
"Honey, you've really bled me dry!" Yao Qian complained under his breath. His family wasn't rich, and spending hundreds of thousands of yuan at once was a major financial blow.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean? Are you blaming me? You're the one who was greedy!" Shang Yuenong retorted, deeply displeased.
Just as she was about to blow up, her gaze inadvertently swept to the side and landed on Lin Tang, who was carrying a hemp sack.
