Diplomatic Mission

After the members of the Hand of Dawn in the dream Assembly shared updates on their respective circumstances and intelligence, Azure Stork and the other three took the opportunity to purchase another batch of Wick Potions from Gilan for their own cultivation.

All twenty-five Wick Potions Gilan had brewed recently were exchanged to them.

Having tasted the benefits of this secret medicine, the four of them could hardly adapt to the "slow" pace of normal meditation cultivation any longer. They had worked hard to save up some money precisely so they could trade Gilan for more potions during the gathering.

White Gull Alevia held a wooden box containing ten potions, a smile on her pretty face.

"Sorry, everyone. I've been promoted rather quickly in the Longken City Council lately, and quite a few businesspeople have 'voluntarily sponsored' my campaign for deputy speaker, so I'm fairly well-off at the moment."

"Sigh." Black Snipe Wena held two potions, his face mournful. "Life in the Ascetic Sect is no different from that of a beggar... I had to desperately squeeze out time to take on some black-market commissions just to painstakingly save a few hundred caesars."

At that, everyone burst into laughter.

Crimson Sparrow Aurora consoled him:

"Mr. Wena, everything has its pros and cons. Although you haven't had time to save money, you've tempered your body and accumulated more valuable experience in the mystical domain."

"Thank you, Miss Crimson Sparrow." Wena felt somewhat better and shook his head with a smile.

Gilan watched everyone with a smile on his face.

He had not earned much from selling this batch of potions—only a few hundred caesars.

At this stage, Wick Potions had completely lost their usefulness to him. The reason he still brewed them was precisely because Gilan wanted to use this method