"I definitely won't need to buy potions for a while," Zeyu muttered aloud, his hand sweeping over the remains of a fallen soldier before softly uttering, "Collect."
The cousins had been at this task for a while now, about 5 minutes or so. It had started to feel repetitive, but the battlefield still lay strewn with numerous bodies they needed to loot from.
"That's a good thing," Lixin remarked, mirroring his cousin's actions. "At least we'll save some coins in that department."
Zeyu nodded in contemplation, enlightenment gracing his features. "You're right. I believe we'll be well-stocked until we reach level 20."
"By then, I hope you'll have acquired the potion-making skill," Lixin commented with a hopeful tone, recognizing the cost-saving potential it held.