"Purple Monkey Flower?"
Zhou Shanshan blinked, recalling the mention of such a herb in the Zhou Family's records.
"Isn't that an ancient toxic flower of some repute? Could it be that Wen Xiu plans to cultivate poison skills, or use it to harm others? Otherwise, why issue a task for it?"
The shopkeeper let out a bitter smile, "I have no idea. I was transferred here only in recent years by the Zhou Family."
Zhou Shanshan waved her hand dismissively.
"Ten thousand Spirit Stones? Impossible! Send that person away."
The shopkeeper immediately took the order and departed.
After he left, Zhou Shanshan curled her lips slightly.
"These rogue cultivators have gone mad with greed, thinking a mere piece of information is worth ten thousand Spirit Stones. Absurd! And Wen Xiu doesn't seem to understand what being in charge entails—how could the Zhang Family afford to be so extravagant?"
Nightfall.
