Jin Wang's brow furrowed slightly.
He had been quite excited when he heard Zhao Yuan mention having some good medicinal herbs for auction. But after seeing the black plastic bag in the Bone Woman's hand, his interest instantly evaporated.
'Isn't that a trash bag? How good can any herbs packed in that be?'
In fact, he wasn't the only one thinking along those lines. Wen Hua, Song Ming, and the others all had similar thoughts.
'Never mind whether it's possible to cultivate good herbs in just over two months. Even if you could, you wouldn't just stuff them into a random black plastic bag, would you?'
'Forget an auction—even in a regular medicinal herb market, any high-priced herb comes packed in an exquisite, beautiful brocade box, right?'
The crowd's already low expectations plummeted even further.
