Inside the room, after approximately a dozen breaths in silence, a slender figure dressed in pale red entered.
It was Linglong, who had just stepped out.
"Dear friend, inside here are the twenty-two types of Third Grade Spirit Medicine you need, a total of twenty portions. Feel free to check."
Linglong said, handing the Storage Bag in her hand to Qin Yang.
From beneath the black cloak, a hand emerged and accepted the Storage Bag. Linglong's clear eyes still glanced at that somewhat youthful hand.
However, that doesn't necessarily mean much—some well-maintained experts have smooth and long hands as well.
"Not bad, it's what I need."
Beneath the black cloak, Qin Yang scanned the contents of the Storage Bag with his Divine Sense, then nodded and said.
"Dear friend, these twenty-two types of Spirit Medicine, each portion priced at four thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones, total eighty thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones."
