Seeing Chu Junmo’s doubtful expression, the Medicine Palace’s palace master continued, “You don’t need to worry about this. I can cultivate it. I’ll give you a minute to think about it. If you hand over a heart-building grass, I can help you get the flaming blood.”
It didn’t even take a minute.
The next second, Chu junmo cried out involuntarily, “Do you know where the Flaming Blood Is? Do you know the whereabouts of the Witch Doctor Clansmen?”
“If I can’t even find the members of the Witch Doctor tribe, then I, as the Palace Master of the Medicine Palace, would be too much of a failure!”The man snorted lightly, and his tone was rather conceited.
Chu Junmo’s breathing stagnated. “So, you want to use the blazing blood to exchange a stalk of heart-building grass with me?”
Thinking about it carefully, this suggestion was not bad!
