"A Hollow Spirit Pill… really?" Fang Yuan's voice trembled as the words left his lips, half-murmured, half-accusation.
His throat felt dry, his breath uneven, as if he dared not believe what he saw.
The golden screen then blinked out of existence and in its place, weightless yet unbearably heavy, a single pill appeared in his palm.
There was no jade bottle, no ornate seals nor even a grand ceremonial glow. It was just a single pill resting quietly in his hand.
And yet Fang Yuan's breath hitched. His chest tightened. His hand trembled, his fingers quivered. His pulse hammered against his ribs.
Because he didn't need embellishment to know. Deep down, even his very soul told him.
His very bones knew this single pill could be worth more than the entire Tharz Kingdom wealth combined!
A laugh almost escaped him, half-mad, half-rapturous but instead his lips only quivered.
He stared, eyes locked, as though the pill might vanish if he blinked.
