Benjamin smiled faintly, then looked somewhat troubled.
"To be honest, I'm not quite sure how to price this. Teacher, do you have any suggestions?"
A sharp gleam flashed through Mentor Clark's eyes. "Mortal Dust Potion... is that right? What is this potion's production capacity like?"
Unhurried, Benjamin revealed his trump card. "The production of this potion is limited by its raw materials. Given my current circumstances, I can produce at most two bottles of this grade of Mortal Dust Potion per month."
Two bottles a month...
Clark felt a slight regret. Such low production meant that while each bottle could be sold at a higher price, it also limited the potion's market.
Fortunately, its effects were astonishing enough that the price could be raised even higher.
After thinking it over carefully, Clark named an astronomical figure—enough to bankrupt an ordinary Level 5 Wizard.
Yet for a Level 6 Wizard like Mentor Clark, though the price was exorbitant, it seemed... quite reasonable!
It could even be called "more than worth the price"!
If it merely purified the soul and spiritual power proportionately, it would still sell for no small sum, but it would never be this outrageous.
After all, the endless planes were never short of treasures.
There were quite a few treasures capable of directly raising a Level 6 Wizard's soul essence to Level 7. Some larger wizard factions even had channels that could steadily produce such resources.
And emotional experiences alone were merely cheap little amusements for wizards.
But combining the two turned it into a "luxury good."
"Enjoying" oneself while growing stronger, coupled with extremely low production—the target customers for this item should never have been "ordinary" Level 6 Wizards in the first place.
"If you trust me, you can leave the sale of future potions to me,"