The Woman Who Heard the Voice
Julian slowly raised his head and looked toward Charles.
"Grandpa Whitmore, where's the thousand-year Frostheart Ginseng?"
Charles Whitmore set down his teacup and smiled helplessly.
"The thousand-year Frostheart Ginseng will take two more days to arrive. I've arranged for it to be sent from Greencliff Mountain; it's quite hard to find these days."
The old herbal merchant spread his hands.
"Finding ordinary medicinal herbs is easy. Finding something that has truly matured for a thousand years is another matter entirely. Even my network had to spend considerable effort securing it."
Julian nodded.
"Alright, please keep an eye out for it in the future. I'll need it whenever it's available."
He wasn't particularly worried about the delay.
After spending so much time gathering the other ingredients, waiting another two days was nothing.
The Nine Way Cleansing Elixir was too important to rush.
