Zhao Ruoying pondered for a moment before speaking cautiously. Qin Long listened and then nodded helplessly. "Alright, it looks like I'll have to trouble you again."
"You're being too serious, Qin Long. We're friends, after all!"
Afterward, Qin Long returned to the Tang Family's small courtyard. He was no longer using the Golden Needle for treatment. Instead, he sat on his bed, staring blankly at the brocade box in his hands. If it were a fully matured Snow Heart Grass, he would have eaten it without hesitation. But this was a plant that was less than three years old. He didn't dare to try it, fearing it might cause permanent damage to his meridians. At that point, any promise of a reward for Tang Xuewu would become empty words, and revenge against Qiu Hu would be impossible. So, Qin Long could only wait until Zhao Ruoying found a nine-year-old, fully matured Snow Heart Grass.
"Sigh."
