Inside, ten pale-blue test tubes were arranged neatly.
They shimmered under the light with a captivating luster.
"Fifty Spirit Coins a tube. That's already the special introductory price I'm giving you."
"Can we get by without this potion?"
Wang Meng couldn't resist poking his head out from behind.
"That's a total rip-off! Fifty Spirit Coins a tube? Is this stuff made of gold?"
"You can go without it."
Zhao Hai shot Wang Meng a glance, a hint of amusement on his face.
"As long as you're not afraid of your brain getting fried into mush."
"You'd use the best Spiritual Energy Liquid to maintain your fighter jet, but when it comes to upgrading your own brain, you're suddenly reluctant to spend money?"
Wang Meng's face flushed red, choked by the retort.
He could only shrink back resentfully and mutter under his breath.
"This is daylight robbery…"
Han Feng quickly calculated in his head.
