Zhang Lie sighed and put down the tattered map, shaking his head. "Elder, to be honest, none of these look any good. They're all trash, but well, I like making friends. I'll accept all this trash as medical fees."

"Lad, please, don't play these tricks with me. If they really were trash, why would you take them away?" The elder laughed. "I'm getting old, and my brain's not so agile anymore. Take what you want—take them all if you will, but I hope that you'll show this rundown tribe a little mercy and leave us something."

Zhang Lie picked up the root. "I'll take this—I need a supplementary ingredient for one of my brews."

Then, he picked up the tattered map. "This...