They waited for about an hour, and it was already near dusk, yet not a single shadow was in sight.
"Mo Wu, could it be that Long Qingchen got duped?"
Liu Ying and Chang Yan were getting a bit impatient from the waiting.
"Probably not. After all, the other party is the Third Prince. The information should be reliable."
Mo Wu patiently continued to wait.
"We’ve already spent several days for so Mortal-grade Spiritual dicine. Is it really worth it?"
Chang Yan muttered.
It’s truly puzzling why Mo Wu cares so much about those re Motherwort and Cuscuta.
As a Spiritual Practitioner, she rarely suffered injuries, so she had little interest in herbs that treat bruises and injuries.
"Foolish, do you think—if the other party can provide special Cuscuta and Motherwort—they cannot provide other herbs? If we could figure out why their herbs are particularly effective, perhaps we could apply that thod to other herbs. Then, it would no longer just be Mortal-grade herbs."
Mo Wu had previously followed the sa recipe from the School Clinic, bought Cuscuta and Motherwort from the town, but after decocting and consuming them, they were utterly ineffective for the sa injuries.
No wonder the other party sold the dicine to Chang Yan and Liu Ying for ten thousand taels—because they knew the recipe was useless, but the dicine itself was effective.
Listening to Mo Wu’s words, the others finally comprehended.
They continued waiting until it was nearly dark.
At this mont, a figure appeared on the hillside.
"It’s that young doctor."
Liu Ying recognized Xin Lin.
Xin Lin walked over single-handedly, strolling cautiously, looking left and right, turning her head every ten steps, seemingly wary of sothing.
"Why is she alone?"
Liu Ying and the others were puzzled.
"It should be just one person. Those herbs are very special; she alone would control the School Clinic. It seems, as Long Qingchen said before, this Xin Lin is quite cunning."
Mo Wu stroked his chin, observing Xin Lin’s every move.
Long Qingchen did indeed provide the information, but he deliberately belittled Xin Lin to elevate himself, without telling the others that Xin Lin was the new leader of the Spirit Institute.
Thus, he inadvertently did Xin Lin a huge favor.
She paced back and forth on Qingfeng Slope several tis.
The four watched anxiously but saw no one from the Purple Cloud Alchemy Hall co to et her.
"It’s already almost dark. Is the person going to buy the dicine or not?"
Chang Yan grumbled.
"Hold on, she’s changing direction, heading downhill along the riverbank. Let’s follow."
Mo Wu noticed that there was a river at the bottom of Qingfeng Slope.
The river ran to the outside of the city; could it be that the other party’s herbs were transported via the river?
The four of them continued to follow Xin Lin ahead.
After just a few steps, indeed, a river appeared in front.
Xin Lin reached the riverside, where a boat was moored.
Xin Lin approached, spoke a few words with the boatman, then boarded the boat.
Mo Wu and the others hastened along the riverbank, closely pursuing the boat along the waterway.
After trailing for so distance, the river widened, and more than ten boats appeared ahead—those vessels were moving swiftly—and the boat carrying Xin Lin quickly lded into the group of boats.
"Looks like the herbs are on those boats. Let’s move together."
Mo Wu and his companions’ eyes lit up; after waiting almost the entire day, they finally got their chance!
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