Ling Han didn't really care. He possessed the Black Tower that could nurture spirit medicine extremely easily, and ginseng had the effect of strengthening one's energy and extending one's life—especially thousand-year-old ginseng, its effects even more outstanding.
For him, thousand-year-old ginsengs were carrots; he'd pull as many out as needed, not at all distressed.
"Everyone, don't fall for it!" A man suddenly stood out, pointed at that bottle, and said, "How could this possibly refine a a divine spirit? The vein-like patterns are almost all effaced, so how much power could it possibly have remaining? Besides, how could there be a treasure in the mortal realm that refines gods?
"If it were truly so powerful, couldn't this person here crush Heaven's Sword Sect, Absolute Saber Sect, and more? Would they be lacking in treasured medicine?"