"However, the grade of this pill seems a bit low," the gray-robed old man remarked.
"Senior, take another look at its potency," Wang Teng chuckled.
The gray-robed old man paused for a moment, then abruptly lowered his head to examine the elixir's alchemical patterns. As he counted each pattern, he fell into a deep silence. Then… he counted again, and again, and again…
"100%?!" He looked at Wang Teng and hesitated.
"It's guaranteed to be genuine," Wang Teng replied casually.
The gray-robed old man took a deep breath. Well, he had been completely fooled by this youngster.
"One pill isn't enough. The grade of this elixir is too low." He gritted his teeth.
"This is a soul-enhancing elixir with 100% potency. If you don't want it, give it back to me," Wang Teng retorted, glaring at the elder.
"No, give me two more of the same pill, and I'll give you this." The gray-robed old man held onto the bottle tightly, glaring back.