Qin Yi looked at the so-called Lingzhi in the stall owner's hand and almost laughed out loud. It was clearly just a processed mushroom.
"Bro, I've also got a thirty-year-old Fire Ganoderma here," the stall owner said, hastily switching items when he saw Qin Yi frown.
Qin Yi sneered, "You might as well take it back and stir-fry it to eat."
After speaking, Qin Yi couldn't be bothered with the stall owner and looked at the old man, saying, "Old man, why does your price have odd numbers and whole numbers?"
The old man rubbed his hands vigorously and said softly, "My son is sick, and the surgery costs two hundred and fifteen thousand and three hundred yuan."
Qin Yi was slightly taken aback. So that's how it was. This Silver Ganoderma was at least several hundred years old, but because it wasn't picked or preserved correctly, a lot of the Spiritual Energy within it had dissipated. However, if a knowledgeable person saw it, this Lingzhi would go for at least five million.
