'I never thought a small medicine manor would hold so much wealth. You really can't judge by appearances.'
Fang Yue found the Medicine Hall's storeroom. It was nearly overflowing with a dazzling array of medicinal herbs. There were twelve stalks of blood ginseng alone, while other herbs like Udon were measured by the crate.
Fang Yue packed up all the precious herbs like blood ginseng without hesitation.
As for the other silver taels and jewels, he took as much as he could carry, ultimately filling two large chests.
Fortunately, the Black Qilin Horse was more than strong enough. The two large chests, weighing a full two thousand catties, were hoisted onto its back with ease.
His haul this time was incredibly bountiful. After all, these were things money couldn't buy.
With that, Fang Yue spurred his horse and vanished into the darkness.
