"I see." The white-bearded dwarf sighed with some regret.
He really wanted to meet the herbalist who could make such high-quality potions.
"Well, little dwarf, I've sold everything I have. I'm going to go now. Let's meet again in the future." The white-bearded dwarf waved to Shen Yanxiao, took his pipe, and slowly left from her sight.
The sky had completely darkened, and the dwarves in the bazaar were already packing up to leave. Shen Yanxiao walked out of the bazaar and stopped in the dense forest not far away.
Suddenly, a mist overflowed from her chest. The next second, Xiu, who had condensed into a physical body, appeared in front of her.
Before she could speak, Shen Yanxiao was picked up.
"You are not allowed to hurt yourself again." Xiu held Shen Yanxiao's arm with one hand and looked at the shallow scar on her fair skin.
