His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Zhou Mo and Zhao Jian's heads. Zhao Jian was instantly able to speak: "Yes, Hall Master, you need to come up with some ideas. Our medicine shop must pay a monthly quota of spirit stones to the City Lord Mansion's Inner Treasury, and we also need to distribute spirit stones as salaries for the medicine shop's staff. If we can't sell spiritual medicine, there will be trouble."
"Hmm. This matter indeed deserves attention. However, do you think my golden sore medicine can help the medicine shop win back those Demon Hunting Team members?"
Tang Ming pointed at the golden sore medicine and then said.
Guo Muye was stunned, then nodded: "Hall Master is right, your golden sore medicine is indeed much stronger than theirs, but we only have the golden sore medicine and the pain relieving powder refined by Deputy Hall Master Zhao, far fewer varieties than the other side."
