C318 Purple Blood

Ye Chen picked up the white peony and glanced at a purple flower.

He was very happy in his heart, but his face was still indifferent.

"How much is one jin of this white peony?"

"Five hundred yuan."

The merchant said, "This is an authentic crimson peony. It's much more advanced than the white peony."

"Give me four pounds of this." Ye Chen said faintly