Jiao Meng's complexion changed swiftly, a hint of disbelief flickering in his eyes.
He carefully sensed it.
Though he could hardly believe it, one thing he was certain of was that the bottle of Healing Medicine in his hand was indeed a Low-level Healing Potion.
As the leader of an adventure team, he led his team year-round into perilous territories to hunt spiritual beasts, and various medicines were essential, with his team consuming a significant amount. Thus, his understanding of various medicines was even comparable to some pharmacists.
If the medicine in his hand were an Intermediate Healing Potion, he would definitely recognize it.
"How is this possible?" Jiao Meng's mind kept echoing this thought.
How were these potions concocted?
Splendid Pill Tower claimed that their Low-level Healing Potions were comparable to Intermediate Healing Potions, and this point was undoubtedly true.
