“Inside here, there is something equivalent to the Yuli Snow Lotus.” Ye Rong gripped the jade bottle. His eyes were fired up, a direct contrast to the calm tone of his voice.

“Second uncle, you have already looked at it for an hour. Can you please return the medicine to us?” Ye Fei stared at Ye Rong. From the moment he had stepped into the guest hall and smelled the medicinal fragrance coming from the opened jade bottle, he had abused his seniority to get hold of the jade bottle. Ostensibly, he had come to help them appraise the items they picked out. However, his conflicted look and undisguised obsession with the contents of the jade bottle seemed to suggest otherwise.

Ye Rong’s face reddened as he heard Ye Fei’s ridicule, he knew that he...