"Young Master Wang, the Medicine King Manor is just up ahead."
Ten miles outside Daye City, a carriage stopped in front of a manor's gate. The brocade-clad man accompanying Wang Chen smiled and said to him, "The five-hundred-year-old ginseng you want can only be found here now."
"Hmm."
Wang Chen nodded and disembarked from the carriage.
Today, he was dressed in a white scholar's robe, gracefully concealing his extraordinary aura, the very picture of a peerless gentleman in this troubled world.
In the past two days, having just arrived in the Imperial Capital, Wang Chen had embarked on a sweeping operation among the ancient shops of Daye City's big commercial houses, purchasing a large number of precious medicinal herbs.
Because his potential points were exchanged for these body-strengthening medicinal herbs!