Wood Elves were the most accomplished of all races when it came to plant-based potion research.
It could be said that whenever any race wanted to increase food production, they purchased potions from the Wood Elves.
Previously, in order to allow the Zombie World to grow its own food, Wu Heng had contacted the Wood Elves to purchase their recipes. They could name any price they wanted, and he guaranteed that he would not sell the potions or food to outsiders.
But the Wood Elves had never agreed. They had only agreed to increase the supply of food-producing potions.
Now, the Wood Elves had brought up the matter themselves.
Wu Heng's mind raced, and he came up with two possibilities.
First, in the conflict between himself and the Church, the Wood Elves had played both sides. They also knew that Wu Heng would not be satisfied with their decision.
So they were offering up the potion recipes that formed the core of their race to show that they leaned more toward his side.
Second, Treasure Island had been mass-producing pills at a speed this world found difficult to comprehend, and it was also publicly selling Corpse Core Potions.
That had led them to believe that Treasure Island possessed formidable alchemical techniques as well. Through cooperation, both sides could absorb each other's knowledge.
The latter was merely his guess, but it was not impossible.
The two thoughts flashed through his mind.
He looked up at the other man again and said, "Treasure Island doesn't really need the recipes right now."
The Fifth Elder's smile stiffened.
He apparently had not expected Wu Heng to refuse so decisively.
A few months ago, Treasure Island had been desperately eager to obtain the Wood Elves' recipes.
The room fell silent.
Shanala glanced at both sides,