Fang tossed a ring over, "it has a special zone inside filled with air, so herbs won't die. Tsk! I collected these from the heart of a volcano and wanted to sell them later on at a high price, tsk!"
"Thanks," William didn't reject the gift, threw away all the herbs he got out, and replaced them with fewer herbs. Yet these ones were like burning lava, all deep red in colour. And just by taking them out, the entire atmosphere felt like it was an oven!
This didn't happen when half of the hall was filled with fire based herbs. William looked at these lava based herbs and smiled. "This gives me a good feeling," he muttered before starting to use these herbs to make a potion.
"Why so?" Fang who acted confident moments ago looked doubtful, and more curious than ever.
"They give me the same feeling of Yang herbs," William felt the same similarity when he took these lava based herbs out.
