Cooking Pot

"What a massive cooking pot! A pity that it's tier-7; if not, I would be able to buy it and cook my big chickens into soup!"

Li Zhenyuan sighed with regret as he looked at the purple cauldron, which was the size of a bathtub.

He really wanted it; however, he knew this was not something he could afford; hence he could only give up in disappointment.

Watching him like this, many people's mouths twitched in irritation. Especially Zhi Qiang, who treated this cauldron as a holy artifact and as well as his hope to reach new heights.

If not for the fact he was restricted here, he would've really slapped his bald head in anger.

Not only him but Li Zhenyuan's master Wei Sun was also thinking of giving him a beating.

It was fine if you caused trouble here and there; however, to treat a tier-7 cauldron as a cooking pot was a bit too much. After all, they were rarer than the tier-7 herbs, and every alchemist who had them treated them like a treasure.