"If this bottle of Little Origin Pill is sold in the black market's auction house, it can be sold for at least a hundred spirit stones."
Wang Lan stood up and walked to Li Yuanqing with the bottle. He slowly placed the bottle in front of Li Yuanqing.
"If you trust me and can tell me some news about that huge spirit fruit, this bottle of Little Origin Pills will be yours."
Li Yuanqing sat there and did not look at the bottle of pills. Instead, he looked at Wang Lan quietly.
"Senior, I don't understand what you mean."
"Little friend, are you still trying to lie to me? Do you know that although your concealment technique and transformation technique are superb enough, my nose is famous for being sensitive? The smell on your body is too strong."
"Then how can you be sure that I have something you want? If I bring this bottle of pills and leave, where will you find it?"