"If I were to sell this bottle of Little Yuan Pills at the black market's auction house, I would be able to sell it for at least a hundred spirit stones."
Wang Lan stood up and walked to Li Yuanqing with the bottle. She slowly placed the bottle in front of Li Yuanqing.
"If little friend trusts this old man and can tell this old man some information about the Gigantic Spiritual Fruit, this bottle of Small Yuan Pills is yours."
Li Yuanqing sat upright and didn't look at the bottle of pills. Instead, he looked at Wang Lan quietly.
"Senior, what do you mean?"
"Little friend, are you still trying to deceive me? But this old man's nose is famous for being sensitive. The smell on your body is too strong."
"Then how can Senior be sure that I have something that Senior wants? If I take this bottle of pills and leave, where will Senior find me?"
Wang Lan suddenly burst out laughing. Her laughter was somewhat arrogant.