Hmm, something's not right!
Her gaze shifted back, scanning the summer withered herb before walking over to pinch and squeeze it with her fingernails, then moving closer to smell it. Anyone could see she had doubts about this herb.
Xi Yan, who had originally been leaning against the door frame watching her inventory the goods listlessly, now stood up straight, his voice booming, "What's the problem now?"
She frowned, "Well, there's a small issue. We wanted the two-hundred-year-old summer withered herb."
"Yes, and then?"
"This is also a two-hundred-year-old herb, but its name, it's called burning grass!" She lifted the herb in her hand, which now everyone could see resembled burnt wheat straw, completely black except for its dark brown spikes speckled with faint sparks, "Summer withered herb used in medicine can save people, but burning grass, as its name implies, is likely to burn someone from the inside out."
