C1698 You Don't Have Evidence

Feng Zhentian managed to forcefully quell the wild joy surging within him, his smile fleeting across his face.

He feigned difficulty, "Ah, there are merely two stalks of Nine-circle Soul Returning Grass here, less than five taels of Myriad Year Ginseng. Only three Myriad Year Lingzhi, and a single stalk of Polygonum Multiflorum. Sigh