"I want to see your owner."
Ye Zilin had traveled a long way and sold medicinal plants more than once. He knew the ins and outs.
The Hundred-Year-Old Lingzhi Mushroom is rare and precious. Only by negotiating with the owner can he get a good price.
"The owner is busy."
The shop assistant spoke instinctively, his eyes falling on the dagger, and then he decisively shut his mouth.
"Young man, please follow me."
He gestured invitingly and led Ye Zilin to the backyard, into an exquisitely decorated private room.
"Are you here to sell medicinal plants?"
The owner arrived quickly, stroked his beard and took a surprised look at Ye Zilin.
"Yes."
Without waiting for his question, Ye Zilin took off his backpack and pulled out the Lingzhi Mushroom.
"Hiss."
The owner caught a glimpse of the Lingzhi Mushroom and took a deep breath, looking at Ye Zilin with full incredulity.
"This is a Hundred-Year-Old Lingzhi Mushroom. Give me a price."