Official Sun was quite surprised: "The Gold Pavilion lacks cheap medicinal materials; why don't you supply them?"
Immortal Venerable Wu Ben didn't want to answer, but under Official Sun's gaze, he reluctantly revealed his true intentions: "The Gold Pavilion is the yamen of the entire Immortal Race, not my personal possession. My medicinal materials can be sold at high prices, so why should I supply them cheaply to the Gold Pavilion?"
He added another sentence: "This is a clear distinction between public and private."
Official Sun couldn't help but mock him: "A good distinction between public and private. In that case, you must have never sold your own expensive medicinal materials to the Gold Pavilion, right?"
Immortal Venerable Wu Ben's old face turned red, and he closed his mouth without saying a word. In his heart, he thought: People are too clever; it's really annoying.
Didn't you hear that my title is "Wu Ben"? Don't you understand what that means? Wealth is the foundation!
