The shop assistant organizing herbs on the side couldn't help but interject, "Sirs, this ginseng is no ordinary item. It was from Mist Marsh..."
The Shopkeeper whipped his head around and glared at him. The assistant, realizing he'd misspoken, quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head.
Chu Fan raised an eyebrow. "Picked three months ago? Didn't you just say an old Hunter brought it in a few days ago, Shopkeeper?"
"It's been over three months and it still hasn't sold. Either there's something wrong with it, or the price is outrageous—otherwise, those Noble Family Members would have snatched it up long ago!"
The Shopkeeper's expression immediately soured. He stammered, "Th-this... For both stalks, one thousand eight hundred taels. That's the lowest I can go!"
Chu Fan turned as if to leave. "Forget it. We'll go look somewhere else."
"Wait!" the Shopkeeper hurriedly stopped him. "One thousand five hundred taels! I really can't go any lower!"
