Yang Xiao had long anticipated that this potion wouldn't be cheap, but he still hadn't expected that a vat of potion would cost a billion crystal coins. No wonder the Royal Gold Medal Guards strictly limit their recruitment.
Wanyan Cuo glanced at Yang Xiao and coldly said:
"Others beg me to add potion, and I don't even do it."
After speaking, he walked over to a distant staff member with a grim face, said a few words, and then went to a house inside the training ground to rest.
A moment later, a staff member came running with a small bucket of red ointment. They poured the ointment into the water vat and said to Yang Xiao:
"Young Master Yang, the Elder has instructed you to continue soaking for a while."
Yang Xiao nodded,
"Alright!"
The current situation was painful, and even if it cost him his life, he could only continue to soak.
Yang Xiao glanced at the staff member and casually asked:
"What's the name of this red potion?"
