THE HEAVENS ROARED

“A thousand-year-old ginseng and a dragon marrow?” Shi Min smirked, a sharp glint flashing across his eyes as he dismissed Rockie. Shi Min turned and strode purposefully toward the Samurai Man guarding the alchemy door. The weight of the task ahead pressed on his shoulders, but his steps remained steady.

After a brief discussion, Shi Min’s voice dropped with finality. “Set the trap. Capture the Old Monk and interrogate him.”

The Samurai Man bowed and vanished into the shadows.

Soon, the news of Solaris' father searching for rare medicinal items spread quickly through the underground networks. However, this was Russia—not China. Such rare ingredients were nearly impossible to find in the region, and even ordinary ginseng was a rarity. Yet it wasn’t the elusive herbs that caught the public’s attention.

It was the three hundred gold bars.