In the Celestial Gate Mountain Marketplace, Fang Qingyuan was haggling with an herb merchant. He took out his freshly picked Seven-Colored Sunflowers and passionately argued his case:
"Why wouldn't a cultivated one be worth nine Low-grade Spirit Stones? Look at the quality—it's so full and healthy. And look at the roots, completely undamaged. It's perfect! I think it's definitely worth nine Low-grade Spirit Stones."
The merchant listened, a wry smile on his face, and said to Fang Qingyuan,
"That's exactly why this Seven-Colored Sunflower isn't worth nine Spirit Stones. Spirit Plants grown in a Spiritual Land have an excellent appearance because the soil is rich and they're well-tended. However, since they haven't endured the hardships of the wild, their roots are shallow and short, and their medicinal potency is lacking."
Seeing Fang Qingyuan's disbelief, the merchant simply took a wild Seven-Colored Sunflower from his storage bag and handed it over for him to examine closely.
