"If this potion in hand was truly concocted by Jing Qingyan, how high could its quality be? I'm afraid it might even be somewhat inferior to those low-level healing potions circulated in the market, right?"
Xiao Ming looked at Jing Yan and really didn't understand what Jing Yan was getting at.
If Jing Yan had engaged a top alchemist, or even a high-level alchemist with strong abilities to preside over the Pill Tower, that would make sense. But now, Jing Yan was showing a low-level healing potion prepared by Jing Qingyan to everyone for inspection—what was his intention?
They were pharmacists, not laymen! Did Jing Yan really think he could fool them with just any bottle of medicine?
If Jing Yan really thought so, that would be laughable!
