"Then, thank you." Yun Luofeng clenched the 1,000 tael banknote in her hand and suddenly asked, "That's right, does the Medical Pavilion accept medicinal liquids?"
"Medicinal liquids?"
The green-robed man was frozen for a moment. "That will depend on the type of medicinal liquid, and if the medicinal liquid’s effect is quite good, our Medical Pavilion will give a reasonable price."
Yun Luofeng slightly looked down.
This Spirit-Gathering Medicinal Liquid—its medical effects should be considered quite good, right?
"Why? Does Miss Yun want to sell a medicinal liquid?" Though the green-robed man smiled politely, he was not taking it seriously.
