Sun Bo waved his hand: "At my age, what I value most is the inheritance of craftsmanship. If it can be put to use in your hands, the old man would be grateful to you!"
After carefully storing the book, Xiao Tian approached a vivid medicinal herb that looked like an azalea and asked, "Sun Bo, could you sell me this Blazing Flame Flower?"
Seeing Xiao Tian recognize the herb at a glance, Sun Bo's face immediately lit up with joy, and his last bit of doubt was dispelled, erupting in hearty laughter.
"You saved this old man twice; why even mention selling? If you like anything here, just take it!" Sun Bo said cheerfully and generously.
Despite these words, Xiao Tian still couldn't bring himself to freely accept Sun Bo's kindness and said, "You've already gifted me your family heirloom book, which is a significant favor; how could I accept your herbs too?"
