Zi Ling was caught in a whirlwind of indecision.
The dim lighting of the hallway, accompanied by the faint scent of perfume, made her unconsciously keep her voice down and furrow her brow in delicacy, exuding an aura of tender beauty.
Li Qing leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently, while taking the opportunity to admire the beauty that made his heart skip a beat with just an extra glance.
Her demeanor and reactions had already made everything clear.
Though he hadn't had the chance to ask his bargain master about the uses of the three types of Demon Spirit Elixir, Zi Ling's struggle to the point of nearly wanting to strangle herself was a clear sign of their immense value.
And he had really taken a loss.
He hoped it wasn't too severe, or he might really end up crying himself to faint in the bathroom.
Getting those two bottles of Elixir was no small feat.
It was okay to give away the less valuable ones, but if they were extremely expensive, it would truly be painful.
