If she could get more high-quality spices from so many Ten Thousand Fragrance Wood, even if she didn't get any more Azure Wood, Feng Qing would still be a popular person in the Fragrance world. At that time, countless famous fragrance masters would want to ask her for some Azure Wood.
Feng Jianing grabbed the tattered piece of wood in her hand. Her red nails, which she had carefully painted last night, dug into the piece of wood. She didn't even care that her nails had been cut.
She very much suspected that Feng Qing was scheming against her. There were clearly one to two hundred pieces of Ten Thousand Fragrance Wood here, so why did Feng Qing choose a piece of waste? If Feng Qing hadn't chosen this piece of waste, she wouldn't have spent 2.5 million to snatch it. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that her guess was right.
