When Arius declared that he would trade three stalks of Centennial Spirit-Nurturing Grass for the damaged Level 1 Pill, the black market master didn't hesitate. He nodded and replied,
"If you can truly produce three stalks of Centennial Spirit-Nurturing Grass, this damaged Level 1 Pill will be yours."
Though the master agreed to the trade, his gaze held a hint of doubt.
After all, in the entire Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture, even some of the Albigensians Sect's alchemy stewards would struggle to produce three Centennial treasures at once.
Without a word, Arius reached into his storage ring and withdrew the three stalks.
The moment the Centennial Spirit-Nurturing Grass appeared, a rich medicinal fragrance filled the air, lingering heavily in the surroundings.
"It really is Centennial-grade treasure!"
The black market master's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed at the three stalks.