"Twenty people—do you have any idea how much resources that takes? And your herbs are probably going to be needed in huge quantities too." Duanmu Yang shook his head. A few people wouldn't be a problem, but twenty… just thinking about it gave him a headache.
Li Xiaobao, however, stayed calm and tossed out a massive figure: "Two thousand catties of Spiritual Spring, five hundred stalks of two-hundred-year Spiritual Medicine."
After hearing that, Duanmu Yang's expression kept shifting before he spoke: "The Spiritual Spring is just about enough, more or less, but at the very least I need seven hundred stalks of two-hundred-year Spiritual Medicine. And that special herb of yours—give me another one to two hundred catties of it!"
"Damn, that much!" Li Xiaobao's face froze. It wasn't that the amount of Spiritual Medicine was too big—he had plenty of that now.
