Pin Yiyun's face turned beet red, his breath heaving as he gasped for air. He felt the dissatisfaction from the elders of his family and his face was marked by lines of frustration. That girl was ruthless, not only giving him a metaphorical stab but openly provoking him. He had reported to his family that each bottle was worth a thousand Gold Coins and had thought he had struck a great bargain at the time. Now, seeing so many bottles of Primordial Essence Liquid before him, and each only for six hundred Gold Coins, he suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood.
"Primordial Essence Liquid, is this the Primordial Essence Liquid that's been circulating in the market recently?" An aristocrat asked softly, hardly believing it. Rumor had it that Primordial Essence Liquid was concocted by a mysterious alchemist, and the few bottles that did appear on the market, barely a dozen, were sold out instantly, and their actual appearance was not even known.
