She waved her hand, and a medicine suitcase appeared, filled with rows of potions; it looked like enough to sustain the Holy Infant's cultivation for some time.
Sure enough, she was wealthy. Other primordial soul wizards would refine only as much as they used, yet she was able to have some left over.
The Holy Infant said,
"I really can't accept this. I'm here to express my gratitude, Madam. How could I take more..."
Triss said,
"Master, please take them. All these medicines combined are just worth a few tens of millions of Aether Stones. They're not as valuable as your Wizard Tool."
The Holy Infant could not refuse and had to accept.
"Goodbye, Madam. You are welcome to visit the Fire Dragon Shop."
After bidding farewell to Triss, the Holy Infant joyfully returned.
Triss played with the Black Dragon Scissors and muttered to herself,
"This is a nice Wizard Tool; the Master is thoughtful."
...
Ancient Dragon Continent.
Pharmacy lab.