Seeing that no one objected, Bai Mo got straight to work and harvested the majority of the Ling Grass.
Even for someone with Lanshan's boisterous nature, his eyes went wide.
When he came to his senses, he quickly schooled his expression, though the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.
'I may be unrefined, but I still know when to be prudent. Shopkeeper Bai is a little too confident.'
'For the sake of the future, he always had to think one step ahead.'
Ma Bizi and the others, on the other hand, wore expressions that suggested this was all to be expected.
A Pill Master is a Pill Master, after all. That level of confidence was just one step short of burning his own bridges.
Lanshan chose this moment to remind him, "Shopkeeper Bai, we don't have the right conditions to light a furnace here…"
Without turning his head, Bai Mo waved a dismissive hand and continued folding the Ling Grass and tying it in knots.
