"The balance of medicinal energy is… perfect," he whispered under his breath. "No impurities, no side effects, and yet… it isn't artificially refined like a standard pill. It's as if it was produced naturally by the heavens…"
The old man with sharp eyes exclaimed as he scrutinized the Seven-Colored Rejuvenation Tablet. He couldn't believe it. Even without taking it out from its packaging, he could tell by its glow how valuable the tablet was…
As the one who organized the gathering late last night and the one who brought this group of professionals into the store, he couldn't believe he was also feeling awe from the product in his hand.
He had prepared a speech to complain to that smug, young Shopkeeper at the counter yet all those vanished in his mind.
