"As you are well aware, an ordinary breakthrough pill on this mountain costs roughly one thousand merit points. But given your highly specific, destructive internal conditions, it is entirely obvious you have already attempted to use those basic remedies and failed miserably. Therefore, a professional fee of five thousand merit points per person cannot be considered excessive, correct?"
The three girls instantly froze, their heads dropping as a heavy, crushing layer of raw dread settled over their shoulders. They exchanged tense, desperate glances. If they actually possessed five thousand spare points in their identity plaques, they would have surrendered them to the Alchemical Pavilion for a safe treatment years ago. They had accumulated barely a fraction of that amount through thousands of dangerous outer peak missions. To hear such an astronomical price tag spoken so casually by their savior made their hearts sink directly into their stomachs.
