Like ginseng roots, the value of the Bright Sky Herb was directly proportional to the percentage it was intact.

And as the root hairs were basically where the medicinal essence was concentrated, one less meant a major loss in medicinal effect, and with it, its grade.

Nonetheless, Mr. Quaker was smiling smugly. "I won't lie they were affecting its aesthetic, so I trimmed it off!"

Frank was unsure if he should laugh or cry.

So he recognized the Bright Sky Herb but remained an amateur.

Trimming off those root hairs? Talk about being dumb!

Frank pointed at Zangi. "Why don't you ask him what happens if you trim the root hairs?"

Zangi scowled. "Mr. Quaker, it's the root hairs that decide the herb's value. You're just throwing away money."

Mr. Quaker frowned, clearly not expecting that.

other, you could ask another specialist.

ear, "Sir, you have to think this through. At that grade, that herb isn't even worth two

aware, but the problem here was that the Bright Sky Herb was exceedingly hard to find. Who knew

retaining the medicinal value was more important to cultivators, but

million it

but he had no choice he had to take

at this hour was not possible,

and Mr. Quaker agreed to the deal, Frank had someone bring in the money and put everything

for

Mr. Quaker

Frank had suggested, he promptly turned to

while he was gone, Frank had someone bring over an additional five hundred grand, which he slid to Zangi "It's all thanks

beside himself with

from this deal only for Frank to offer five hundred

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