Even before reaching the glass case, Shun Long could faintly make out the hushed discussions of the cultivators in front of him.
They were either talking about the fruit's exorbitant price or the pavilion's endless connections that allowed them to even sell rank 7 herbs like this. The only ones who were completely silent were the two early-stage Dao Emperors, who simply stared at the fist-sized herb behind the case with complicated expressions.
Shun Long could see it, too. That jet-black ball that was barely larger than a person's fist, pulsing with scarlet veins across its surface that looked like veins of blood and fire. Every so often, the vines would twitch, and a faint hum of vitality would ripple out, causing even the air around the herb to tremble.
Above the case, a simple plaque read:
Scarlet Vein Fruit – Rank 7, middle-grade medicinal herb. 60.000 high-grade spirit stones.
"It really is the Scarlet Vein Fruit…"
