Shen Lang set down his teacup and smiled. "Your eye for quality is impeccable, sir. It's true that for certain reasons, this medicinal liquid's grade didn't improve as it could have. Still, it's passable. At this level, a slight increase in power wouldn't make much difference."
He paused, having suddenly thought of something. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "If I were to give you this formula to auction, is there anyone in Celestial Phoenix City who could afford it?"
Shen Lang's casual question made Sima Qing gasp. "A formula? My heavens..."
Lanlos, who was standing nearby, suddenly felt his vision go black, and his hands flailed wildly in the air. Fortunately, Zhan Lan steadied him, saving him from the disgrace of fainting on the spot.
Just a moment ago, he had been wondering, 'How could a Spirit Grass like Purple Magnolia be used to concoct a Giant Potion?'
'What role could this spirit grass possibly play in a Giant Potion?'
'The formula for a Giant Potion...'
