Gu Wenheng took a sip of tea. "Do you really think they grow on trees, that I can just produce them on demand?"
He Nan immediately slumped his shoulders in disappointment. Although he had guessed this might be the case, hearing it confirmed still brought a great deal of disappointment.
"Is there an emergency at home?" Gu Wenheng naturally did not want to give out too many things from his spatial dimension; those were all painstakingly planted by him and Jin Qianqian.
Over the years, however, they had occasionally collected some precious medicinal materials. Their appearance and efficacy might not match those produced in the space, but they were still rare items.
"My grandmother at home has been sustained by medication. The medicine pills made from the Centennial Ginseng you gave me last time are almost gone. During this period, we mobilized the entire clan but couldn't find a ginseng of such high age again. That's why I thought to try my luck with you."
