"Oh, it's nothing. I also cultivate the power of thunder and lightning, so I'm naturally a bit curious about this item. What might you wish to trade for it?" Han Li replied calmly, playing with the Thunder Wood in his hand for a moment.
Upon hearing that Han Li indeed wanted to trade for the item, the old man in the white mist paused, and after sizing Han Li up, he said in a hoarse voice:
"Though I have yet to discover the true purpose of this Thunder Wood, its value, formed by heavenly lightning, is hard to estimate. Let's see, I'm in the process of refining a batch of the 'Qian Yuan Pill' but am still missing a Five Thousand-Year Spiritual Herb of any kind. If you can provide one, you can have this spiritual wood. Of course, if you possess top-grade spirit stones or other items of equivalent value, I won't refuse them either."
"How do you know that I have spiritual medicines!" Han Li's heart skipped a beat, and his face darkened within the white mist.
