Though it was well past lunchtime, Chu Mu had forgotten all about food and rest. His expression was more solemn and focused than ever before, completely immersed in the dozens of wooden boxes before him.
It took Chu Mu from high noon until dusk to just barely finish identifying the mere twenty-eight wooden boxes.
After several hours of intense concentration, he should have been utterly exhausted. But the bright light in Chu Mu's eyes proved that, at this moment, his heart was anything but calm.
Twenty-eight wooden boxes. Twenty-eight herbs.
The oldest among them was a Cyan Spoon, approximately seventy years of age.
Even the youngest herb was at least ten years old.
What does it mean for something to be priceless?
These twenty-eight wooden boxes before him—this was the very definition of priceless!
After all, herbs used in common medical practice were ordinary materials, most with a growth cycle of only one year.
