Zhou Wuyi's expression froze.
He had expected the elder in front of him to at least show something—a flicker of surprise, a flash of greed, or even a faint nod of acknowledgment. But he'd never expected that all he'd get back after showcasing three rank 7 middle-grade medicinal herbs... would be a look of disappointment.
Scorn.
The muscles at the corner of Zhou Wuyi's mouth twitched, but he forced his expression under control. He drew in a subtle breath and let out a practiced smile as he answered,
"Of course not, senior. Our pavilion naturally has more herbs for sale, including a few high-grade rank 7 herbs that would normally be impossible to find outside an auction. If senior is interested, I will gladly lead the way."
