Yang Chan looked at Zhao Yi's expression and guessed his intentions.
Unfortunately, he was about to disappoint him.
"I've found the medicinal herbs I need. I'll be heading out in a few days."
Yang Chan said calmly.
'Trying to drag me into the Silver State mission? In your dreams.'
"What! Pharmacist Yang, you're actually giving up on such a huge opportunity in Silver State?"
"You have to understand, in the Secret Realm that just appeared, there might even be thousand-year-old Top Level Spiritual Materials."
"I heard the Silver State Secret Realm is connected to a sect's medicinal garden from a thousand years ago. There could be spiritual materials inside that can help one break through to the Martial Saint Realm, and you're just giving up on it like that?"
Zhao Yi's jaw dropped as he stared at Yang Chan in disbelief.
