Shen Luo did not know the thoughts of the green-clothed young woman, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest as he sank into contemplation.
The woman spoke with seemingly unwavering conviction, but she looked cunning and calculating. Who could tell how much of her words were the truth and how much were falsehoods?
"What this woman says should reflect the reality. One Medicine House monopolizes the Elixir business along the Eastern Sea maritime route and their reputation is not bad. It's unlikely that they would damage their own reputation for such a trifling profit, jacking up prices without care. Besides, as far as I know, the Tear Demon really is rare and hard to hunt," Yuan Zhen's voice resonated in Shen Luo's mind.
"Alright, how many bottles of the Snow Soul Pill do you have now? I'll take them all," Shen Luo said after a moment of silence, hearing this.
