"Is this the new 'Clear-headed Potion' you concocted using the 'Irrigation bird's' saliva?"
Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and glanced at the potion. He snorted unhappily, "If needed, I'd rather buy a standard potion certified by the Wizard Covenant from the Wandering Bar than be your guinea pig."
A rare flush of embarrassment appeared on the fat man's face.
"Heh, there are no guinea pigs or big white mice, no testing or non-testing. You're thinking too much!" Xin Fat Man quickly pocketed the potion in his hand into his wristwatch while shaking his head like a rattle drum, "Besides, I'm not using the 'Irrigation bird's' saliva. It's an extract of the Irrigation murmur... In a sense, murmur isn't really part of the bird's beak."
