At this thought, Xu MoYou looked at the paper in his hand again.
There were only four words on the paper-
[ famous name: blues. ]
Xu MoYou knew that blues was the most suitable spice for cultivators.
The highest fusion rate could reach 70%.
Mixing fragrances required one's own talent. The terrifying 70% success rate made countless people rush like ducks, wanting to find out the reason for this spice.
On one hand, blues was priceless, and countless ancient martial arts cultivators needed it for internal Qi riots. On the other hand, these people who relied on blues were afraid of it.
Two years ago, the Blues family had completely disappeared from Skynet. There were only two left in major auction houses around the world, and they had been in the federal fragrance Association for the perfugers to study.
Last year, Xu Moyu had borrowed a Platinum account from the group members to look up news about blues, so he naturally knew about it.
