Hearing Ao Bing's translation, the little golden dragon perked up, its expression instantly turning hesitant.
Ye Fan knew it was tempted, so he smiled and waved his hand, passing over all the Divine Source bottles and jars.
The little golden dragon opened its mouth slightly, its dragon eyes fixed on the jar of True Dragon Blood. After struggling for a moment, it finally could not resist and plunged headfirst into the dragon blood.
"Roar~"
Watching the little golden dragon swim joyfully through the blood, continuously absorbing it, everyone could not help but smile.
Only Ao Bing wore a strange expression. As he stared at the shimmering jar of True Dragon Blood, a chilling sense of incongruity rose within him.
But as he watched, he suddenly frowned and muttered in confusion.
"Wait, why does the aura of this True Dragon Blood feel strangely familiar?"
"Oh, this is your Third Uncle Ao Qin's blood!"
"Huh?"
Ao Bing froze, his voice trembling. "Third Uncle... sold blood too?"
Ye Fan sighed. "It couldn't be helped. The Four Seas Dragon Kings have the purest bloodlines. If my Red Dust Immortal Palace wants to take the high-end route, we can only let those two uncles of yours fleece us mercilessly!"
At this point, he could not help but look pained as he complained under his breath, "Don't be fooled by the small amount. Just this one jar of dragon blood cost me several thousand Myriad Worlds Coins from your third uncle!"
"...How much?!"
Ao Bing suddenly raised his voice.
Ye Fan jumped in fright and stared at him blankly. "Th... three thousand five hundred."
Ao Bing's eyes widened as he turned to look at the jar of dragon blood.
"That's not even five liters, right?"
"Five liters can sell for three thousand five hundred Myriad Worlds