Li Mingde scratched his neck. He was very attentive and purposeful.
On the other hand, Sheng Yang still looked indifferent and distant. Her soft fair skin and exquisite facial features made her look like an otherworldly fairy.
No one could figure out if she really wanted this book or if she just wanted to compete with Li Mingde.
"How about this? Each of you will write down the medicinal herbs in the appendix of Lian's Mystic Technique, and the order has to be followed accordingly. Whoever writes it correctly will be the fated person who can claim ownership of this book. If any one of you gets it wrong, I won't be biased."
Li Mingde's expression froze. Then, he said firmly, "That's impossible. Lian's Mystic Technique has long been lost."
"Yes." The stall owner raised his hands. "It's about finding the right person. What's the point if the mission is too simple?"
