Sun Ning showed no reaction, but Lu Zhao couldn't help but let out a laugh.
He sobered at once, sensing the shift in the room’s atmosphere, and hurriedly changed the subject. “The leaves of this tamarisk tree were picked at the wrong time. They missed the ideal harvest window by a full seven days.”
“And this bag of dragonsoar weed,” he continued, his voice laced with disdain, “the grinding is a disgrace. Look how coarse it is! This should be a
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