Chu Mo felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
The old man then handed him a long wooden box and a piece of brown paper, saying calmly:
"Here is a thousand-year-old blood ginseng. Soak it in strong liquor for half a month, and drink a little every day. It will greatly benefit your cultivation."
"Many of the herbs recorded on the paper are not available here. Take them back and take a look. If you can gather all the herbs, soaking blood ginseng according to this prescription will have a better effect."
"Any terminal illness, just a little bit of it, will surely be cured, and prolonging life is also a given."
Upon hearing this, Chu Mo was instantly overjoyed, his face beaming with excitement.
If Mom drinks it, won't her health be restored to normal?
As her son, he knew better than anyone the suffering his mother had endured over the past three years due to hemiplegia.
"Disciple, thank you for your generous gift, Master."
Chu Mo, with a solemn expression, took the wooden box with both hands and knelt down directly before his master.
"A real man shouldn't always kneel!"
The old man waved his hand to stop him and deliberately gave him a cold reprimand.
But deep down he was extremely pleased, very satisfied with his apprentice's character.
Chu Mo couldn't kneel down, so he had to give up.
Opening the wooden box instantly fills the room with fragrance, making one feel completely comfortable.
The blood ginseng was as thick as an infant's arm, its entire body was as white as jade, but its interior was entirely blood red.
Besides the main body in the middle, there are three branches about the thickness of a thumb, and more than twenty rootlets the size of chopsticks.
No wonder it's a thousand-year-old blood ginseng; how much is such a thick one worth?
Chu Mo was extremely shocked; anyone who didn't know better would have thought it was a radish.
He can't wait to go back.
"If you miss home, go back."
The old man glanced at him calmly, clearly having already seen through his thoughts.
"Master, please take good care of yourself! I will come to see you again after the Transcendental Array Plate is restored."
Chu Mo solemnly bowed deeply to the old man, then picked up the gold coins and the wooden box.
Thoughts raced through my mind.
A mysterious power suddenly overflowed from the interdimensional array plate.
He vanished from the spot in an instant.
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