C435 Four Hundred and Thirty-five, the Grass of the Four Hundred and Thirty-sixth Can Never be Ridde

In the middle of the night, Wan Baqian sat in his small shop. His fingers moved quickly on the abacus. He was calculating his profits today. "One thousand years of Immortal Medicine. Hmm, I only earned a few dozen times the difference. The appraisal is that I have received quite a lot of cultivation techniques. Master likes these scriptures the most. When Master comes back