In his memory, even in the demon plane, refining a Seven Star Potion was an act that defied the heavens. The heavenly tribulation alone could kill countless alchemists. For something like this to appear in such a low-level plane felt unreal.
Mary raised an eyebrow, snapped the box shut, and put it away. "If you don't believe me, then don't eat it. I'll just keep it."
"No!" Aurelius Von Obsidian panicked instantly.
His mind raced. The foxes had risked their lives for the Wisdom Grass. Mary had concocted it. Everything lined up too perfectly.
"Girl, don't be angry! I was just talking nonsense!" Aurelius Von Obsidian hurriedly said. "Hurry up and give me the Potion. I'm going into seclusion right now!"
Four thousand years.
At least four thousand years' worth of cultivation can be gained from drinking this potion for the tree demon.
That was too tempting to ignore.
