"Alchemist Gao Lan! There are five bottles of medicine here, how about we leave one bottle for you to carefully examine and identify, and we take the other four?" Zhang Yibing tentatively said.
From Gao Lan's attitude, it was evident that the Holy Spirit Potion Jing Yan had produced was extraordinary. Zhang Yibing and the Ninth Elder were no fools; if Gao Lan hadn't seen something significant in the medicine, why would he ask to keep the Holy Spirit Potion for further study?
"Clan Chief Zhang! This medicine was brought to me for inspection! The medicine is special, as you know, and without asking, I can be sure that you have never heard of this medicine before. Since it's special, it certainly needs time for inspection. Are you implying that you don't trust me by your current attitude?" Gao Lan's eyebrows knitted together.
