Xu Huo certainly wasn't about to hand the potion over—instead, he carefully squeezed out two drops himself. But to everyone's disappointment, spots appeared on the petals of the Wormhole Flower, meaning the Perfect Potion wasn't real.
"What a pity." Natural Juan shrugged. After inspecting the petals, he added, "Although it's not a Perfect Potion, the ingredients are decent. I have a bit of interest in this area. If you're willing, I'll still buy it from you—I'll pay double anyway."
"It's not a Perfect Potion, so what are you going to do with it?" The square-faced guy stared at him. "You decided to be a good person all the way to this train?"
Natural Juan laughed carelessly, "Besides being a player, I'm a businessman. I run more than a dozen potion factories and a few labs. The better the potion's quality, the higher the price, of course."
These words made everyone fall silent at the same time—even among players, the gap between rich and poor remains a chasm no one can cross.
