Duan Rong held the yellow booklet and the medicine list, weaving between the shelves, occasionally having to push a ladder and climb up and down.
Yin Cong just carried a bag, casually following behind, occasionally glancing at Duan Rong, spending most of his time leaning against a shelf in a counterfeit slumber...
When Duan Rong handed the last two bundles of herbs to Yin Cong, the ground beside him already held two bulging bags.
In Yin Cong's empty bag, there was still a smaller bag, which he pulled out only when one bag was nearly full.
Yin Cong smacked his lips, appearing to have just had a pleasant dream. He took the two bundles of herbs handed by Duan Rong and stuffed them into the bag at hand.
Duan Rong said, "This Silver Star Grass is the last herb. Everything on the list is complete!"
"Complete already, huh..."
