"You're out of luck, sir. Our last stalk of blood ginseng was just sold."
Hearing the Shopkeeper's words, Fang Yue shook his head and left the pharmacy.
He was somewhat disappointed, though.
But more than that, he was impressed. Denglai City truly was a more prosperous city than Shanyang Prefecture.
In Shanyang Prefecture, most pharmacies had never even heard of blood ginseng, let alone sold it.
Yet here in Denglai City, he had just wandered into a random pharmacy and immediately found a lead.
Unfortunately, he was too late, and someone else had bought it.
After leaving the shop, he resumed his casual search, but several more pharmacies also turned up empty.
He visited six pharmacies in total. Four had none in stock, and at the other two, the supply had just been bought out.
The next shipment to the pharmacies wouldn't arrive for at least three months. Fang Yue couldn't wait that long, so he had no choice but to give up.
