Han Yue noticed Tian Lin was preoccupied with his thoughts and lost the interest to converse with him.
Just as she was about to leave, Tian Lin called out to her.
Tian Lin said, "I heard that Senior Sister Han's family cultivates immortal grass. I wonder if you could sell me some?"
Han Yue frowned and asked, "Immortal grass is poisonous. What do you want it for?"
Tian Lin had prepared his words and replied,
"I've heard that if you temper weapons with immortal grass, even a Qi Refiner cannot withstand it, so I was hoping to get some powdered immortal grass from Senior Sister Han."
Han Yue was not stingy and actually tossed a sachet from her waist to Tian Lin: "This should be enough for you to use for a while."
Seeing her impatient demeanor, Tian Lin worried that if he continued, it might upset her and the deal might not happen after all.
Fortunately, he still had a jar of Blood Fire Poison in his gauze, and was not worried about running out for a month.
