"Hmph, it's just one Celestial Spirit Pill. With my offer, you can choose any three elixirs, and each of them is a life-saving elixir for a critical moment!"
Cai Mao snorted coldly.
"Those three elixirs will run out eventually. Breaking through to a level-seven Martial Spirit is what's truly important," Chu Qingyun retorted.
"This…"
The level-six Martial Spirit seller glanced at the elixirs displayed beside Cai Mao, then at the one in Chu Qingyun's hand. His expression was one of extreme conflict.
Both offers were incredibly tempting, and he wanted them both.
Moreover, it was obvious that after he made his choice, the other party would never sell their elixirs to him, not even for Primordial Spirit Liquid.
After all, elixirs were still very rare—the kind of thing you couldn't buy even if you had the money.
Therefore, he could only choose one.
