As Huang Xiaolong stepped into the Qin Family's grand hall, Qin Guo'an and all the Qin Family elders fixed their gaze on him. However, Qin Guo'an and the elders did not rise to greet him, their expressions cold.
For a Rare Spiritual Medicine like the Nine-leaf Purple Grass, which could hardly be seen even once in a thousand years, even they, the lords of Baozhou City, might not possess it. Clearly, they did not believe that this young man with black hair could have it.
"You have the Nine-leaf Purple Grass?" Qin Guo'an asked coldly, looking down from above.
Seeing the expression of Qin Guo'an and the others, Huang Xiaolong did not get angry, his face remained calm, "Indeed."
One of the Qin Family elders couldn't help sneering, "Young man, do you know where you are? If you can't produce the Nine-leaf Purple Grass later, I will kill you with one palm swipe!"